Let’s Talk

Let’s talk, you say and I hide my smile.
Let’s talk? I think, covering my amusement.
Do you know what you’ve done?
Do you know the Pandora’s Box you’ve opened?
Let’s talk.
Oh yes, let’s.
You apparently are not aware of my manipulating nature,
You are not aware of my way with words
You are not aware of my subtle twist and turns
You are not aware that as words continue to flow out of my mouth in verbal ***** dressed up as the Mona Lisa Smile
The fault is now yours.
Do you know?
I was a lawyer in my past life.
I won every case I had.
Let’s talk you say and I try not to laugh
Because honesty is your best policy, but honesty has no place here
And I have no policy at all.
Really though, you never had a chance.
No, not against me, the liar’s poet Laureate.
Let’s talk.
And suddenly I hear the inflection in those words, the meaning buried beneath the underneath that I can’t quite catch.
I hear what you won’t say (what you have said)
“Lies tell more truth than the truth ever could.”
And if that’s the case then I’ve just told you everything you could have ever wanted to know
But all you’ve said is the truth and so far it’s shown me nothing I wasn’t already aware of.
Now I like to think I’m intuitive, that I read people like books
But your pages are closed to me, yet you speak no wrong.
My loop-t-loop monologue that not even I could understand anymore has come to an end.
Let’s talk.
I’m not smiling anymore because my pretend story of falling down stairs and walking into rails has turned to ash in my mouth
I slowly cover the bruises on my arms when I realize that you know
And that my lies have painted a picture that to everyone else was a jumbled mess.
But to you,
But to you it was as clear as day and you saw right through it.
Let’s talk.
Yes, please. Please. Let’s talk.