I got so caught up in loving a beautiful lie, that I forgot the sweetness of an ugly truth.

It may not be sweet at first, the "ugly" stands before the "truth" anyways.

But once you get so stuffed full of pretty lies, that all you long for is an ugly truth.

You desire the brutal honesty, because all you've gotten in the past were pretty lies.

But some people can't give you an ugly truth, they try to do everything they can to give you pretty little lies, and expect you to believe them and want them forever, but I won't.

Because he's lied so much that my belly's bloating up.

It's like eating too much candy, where it's sweet, and pretty, and you don't want to stop eating, but eventually you realize how bad it is for you.

And I think it's the same with white lies, they fulfilled me for some time, but now I think it's time for him to either tell me the truth and be grotesque, or for him to tell me more chic lies and be done with me.

It's your choice to make, choose wisely.

April 27th 2022