i love hearing your lies
for their lack of ambiguity
i lap them up greedily
like ice cold water
from a mountain spring

i love hearing your lies
while i despise them utterly
inhaling them deeply
holding them in my lungs
until i choke

i love hearing your lies
for they are truth to me
i keep them in a locked cell
in the dark corner of my mind
23 hours a day

i love hearing your lies
for which i pay dearly
maybe if you keep saying them
they'll become reality