No, we will not.
She's a class act liar
With a pair of lips attached.
I've not let myself be angry with her.
Her eyes always seemed so kind.
I watched her cry over her father on the bathroom floor.
She told me she was attracted to me
Because I didn't push her to tell me
About herself.
So she lied.
She put us in this mess.
It was never about my cutting
Though I'm stopping that anyway.
It was always the lies.
The lies that we're not needed.
But they sat there and boiled under her skin.
I learned not to trust her stories.
I came to the conclusion that it didn't matter.
But lies do.
Lies have me crying most nights
And bring her picture and my necklace to my lips.
Lies have destroyed us all.