Tell me that your love for me was a lie

Tell me that you see Her
every time you look into my eyes,
and you wish you could just turn away
'cause you loathe the sight of me

Tell me that your skin burns
each time I hold your hands,
or run my fingers across your face,
and you wish I would just stop touching you
'cause you despise these palms,
that go sweaty around you

Tell me that you had to picture Her in your vision
every time I pull you into an embrace,
and you wish that my waist was smaller,
just like Her perfect figure;
'cause these baby fats that I have,
disgust you even more
than my sweaty palms

Tell me that you suffocate
each time I kiss you,
and you wish you could just push me away,
or pull yourself away from me,
'cause you hate the aftertaste of me
lingering on your lips

Tell me that you have always been putting up an act
all these times while you're with me,
and you wish you could quit
and that I would finally come to realize
that you have never loved me once before,
that whatever you have been doing
was only out of pity,
'cause you couldn't bear to break my heart.

But honey, you did.