I Love the Way You Lie


Effortlessly, simply, without regret,
Not with malice, with little forethought,
Or reflection, after.
Simply, smoothly, charmingly.
With a smile, a turning away
Like you don’t care that I see through you.
But each time, with each lie,
I wish you saw what I see.
You shrivel a little, your soul
Darkens, your bones get more brittle,
Your eyes dim.

I hate the way you lie.
You’re slipping away,
One lie at a time.
And that’s no lie.