Let's just,
pretend that we know there is a difference
between our diamond truths and our slip of the tongue white lies
Our feigned porcelain skin we stitch to perfect ourselves
begins to grow brittle, contorted by a breath of acid (truth or lie.)
Lies,
they've decide they love you "till death do you part"
they can lurk within every awkward silence, so they can whittle their deceit
They wait behind doors, keep themselves hidden between cracks
striking with their nails, they crawl towards light from under streets
Truths,
they will forever burn and scald our perfect and phony milk skins
they tease our tongues, melt and scorch our falsely laden lips
Trickling onto chins like thickly fraught syrup made of gore
they try to keep us from sharing, never will they let secrets slip (small or large)
Lies,
with an amiable but devilish grin they nip, splintering pounds of flesh
they have eyes that visualize the world as a rotten corpse that needs a bite
They catch their nails upon our spines, digging in, pressuring pain until
they can sneak into our pores, to feed their mirrored deceit into our kind
Truths,
always have their ways of keeping us "honest" to the gut wrenching core
They fold our eyes inside one another, blinding us from reality and what really is
Crisp, kind ,and clean, they keep us frozen to how others may 'truly' feel
they are making us diamonds and ice, frosting over the human beating heart (the both are painful)
Itty bitty,
little white lies, will always be living, alive with the holes of truth
these truths, will still leave a faint trace of acid upon our tongues
So, shall we continue on our journey, and pretend there's still a difference
between our truth's and lies?