You're stuck between

the bitter truth and the

beautiful fiction,

I know it gives you adrenaline,

it's like an addiction.

I can see the truth peeking

through your eyes,

you will be your own demise

and honestly it won't be a surprise

because the truth will always rise,

showing itself though you've

left me disenfranchised.

Until it all spews out

and I get depressed;

again you've left me here

to clean up your mess.

Our trust is a rope

hanging on by a thread,

yet you still chose to

get into my head;

deceive me instead,

leaving me misled.

You can try and hide,

but it's much easier to confide,

instead of force feeding

me evil lies.

Do you think the

truth will be my destruction?

My heart has already been abducted

and sent back malfunctioned,

disgruntled, still under construction.

It may sting a little but

baby, I'm already broken;

going through the motions.

I already know

telling the truth is rare,

Your deceptions are

premeditated and prepared,

the adrenaline pumping,

thinking of the next lie to share.

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12:10 PM

7/18/20