You are the very best kind of liar.
The kind that lies to my emotions.
The kind that makes me weak,
Makes me believe,
Makes me feel.

You tell lies to a person's heart.
You lied to mine.
Time and again, you proved your skill,
And I proved my foolishness.

You are the kind of liar
That speaks with such honesty.
You're sorry.
You'll be there for me.
You are the liar that lies
To the desperate heart.
That deceives the reason
And banishes the doubt.
The kind of liar that makes
Me believe
That I'm lying to myself.
That you were there.
Are there.
Will be there.

You are the best kind of liar.
And me,
I am the worst kind of fool.

Not about love or life.
Not about sun and snow.
Not about hate or politics.
What more ought we know.

Not philosophy, psychology or history.
Nor horror, adventure or mystery.
Whether on sea or land,
it will not stand
in the vast oak court of reality.

Lock eyes,
My heart
                  Stops
Inside my chest
There is a  t u g g i n g  towards you
You smirk, sending my heart flying
Strawberry Moon Fields
Where we met
Where we fell in love
Where I'll wish I was the rest of my restless teenage days
cold rain, warm hands. You eyes all over me.
Strawberry Moon Fields
Where we met, where you fell in love
Where we wished we were that cold Sunday
Begging and crying
My tears turned hot with the water
Dripping, pedal to pedal
Eyelashes drenched
Heart broken
Hands shaking as I picked up my phone
Chest emptied by wholesome words.
Beautiful harmful words.

Your words.

So,

do you have words to say?

Do you have places to be?

Are you seeing things

the way you describe them?

The world, the universe?

Are your eyes like mine?