you wrap your hands
around my ever growing waistline,
yet I am beautiful,
you told me so,
or was that a lie,
and where do the truth and your lies separate or are they the same now,
do you know the honesty you lack,
and maybe i find that attractive,
do I?
how could I not know you were incapable of truth telling,
bi personality,
a hybrid disease of acquiescing all that you seem,
and I've believed you,
what does that say of me?
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
you wrap your hands
around my ever growing waistline,
yet I am beautiful,
you told me so,
or was that a lie,
and where do the truth and your lies separate or are they the same now,
do you know the honesty you lack,
and maybe i find that attractive,
do I?
how could I not know you were incapable of truth telling,
bi personality,
a hybrid disease of acquiescing all that you seem,
and I've believed you,
what does that say of me?
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