Hitherto I had not known suffering,
You had, and you made me taste it.
Your animus emotions in the air hovering,
I held my breath but you made me face it.

You tore me to shreds,
But maybe I deserve it.
All of my lies were hanging on threads,
It was getting hard for me to preserve it.

Though I am a chronic liar,
I never lied about my feelings.
I went ahead and played with fire,
Now I’m burnt and barely breathing.