All the things I hate about you.

You lie.
You lied.

You lied and if you can lie once then you'll lie again.

But if you can lie again that's on me. That's on me for being mad for one short night and then kissing you. Holding you and stroking your hair and smiling and playing normal.

The consequences of a lie now set as follows:
One **** night of confrontation, arguments, tears and coldness.
Followed by a morning of apologies, cuddles, deep promises and make up ***.

Not too bad. Not bad enough to deter you from your next lie?

The consequences for me are lasting.
Tears that wont stop;  even more so when im driving, alone in my thoughts. Tears so relentless I begin to loose sight of the road ahead.
Fear and suspicion in you, that will no doubt ruin everything eventually anyway even if you do not lie again.

And then there's all the things I hate about myself..