The words tumble
Pouring, Floating, Drifting
Off your tongue
Hovering in the air
Poisonous and vitriolic

Lies are the air
All I breathe around you
I breath lies and remnants
Vestiges of what was

Even when you leave
Lies are your parting gift
Probity is foreign to you
You live in obloquy

Lie or not
There is the door
You said
you wanted to leave

Take your haze
Of lies and distortion
With you