I lie.
I lie.
I lie straight through my teeth
to make them all believe—
believe they must.
I lie.
I lie.
I lie even more
to convince myself
I like indigo.
I lie.
I lie.
I lie without doubt,
trying to connect pieces
that never fit just right.
I lie.
I lie.
I lie forevermore
just to find
it was never about indigo.