Why is it that I cannot take your word
Syllable by syllable
I know you lie.

You all lie.

Rotted from the inside out, there is no longer anything pure here.

And I cannot for the life of me remember what kind of poison it was that ate away my trust.

A sharp lesson learned a thousand times over.
A thousand promises broken
and the shards cut my feet.

A promise to lay off the drugs.
A promise to be faithful.
A promise to stop lying about everything that ever happened to her.
A promise not to destroy what I had built.


Again and again.

Best friend, brother or lover.
I still taste the poison in my mouth
And it reminds me to never trust you.