Your face
When you lie
I cannot describe it
I just know it
Like the back of my hand
And the hair on my brows

Your snort
When I whisper
I don't see it
But I hear it
My ears are trained
To hear unspoken words
And unmade sounds

Your love
Is fake,
poisonous,
And lousy,
Like the rustling of a snake
Under shed dry leaves
I only made the mistake
Of ignoring the signs
And stepping right into the trap