"But I love you!" She cried as he walked away,
The lies she wore like a skin had lost their sway.
All the twisted tales she'd spun,
All the stories she'd told come undone.
Now all that was left was this one small claim,
This claim that her love for him was what's to blame.
He laughed at her supposed despair,
Their twisted relationship was now beyond repair.
He had believed those splendid tales she'd wove,
She had grown attached to her lying trove.
She hid behind her lies like shields,
They betrayed her and weakened the truth they concealed.
They hurt her and deemed her untrusted,
The truth she hid grew more and more rusted.
Until "I love you" was the only phrase she trusted.