I am a liar I told her I loved her so as not to start a fire but now that she's heard it I must say it again if I said "I love you" 7 times I have lied 7 times I don't even know how many lies I've told even though the context of every one is the same: I love you this made a new truth in me a truth I tell myself as often as I tell her a lie: I hate myself now that feels much better the twisted honesty of it restores me so that I look for a reason to say it again I love you I am a liar I hate myself
Broken recognizes broken. Two broken souls will find each other, and hang on for life. If broken recognizes broken and I am alone, am I really broken or, have I just not found someone as broken as me yet?