#pathologicalliar - Hello Poetry

I am a pathological liar. I tell you I hate the winter time, yet I spend hours sledding down icy hills. I swear I crave attention, but I’m always the one avoiding group dinners. I profess my disdain for chaos, yet my desk is cluttered with half-finished plans. I say I’m done with the past, yet I reread old messages like a ritual. I call myself steady, but I change my mind every time the wind shifts. I claim I’m tired of this city, though I’ve memorized the names of every street. I promise I’ll let go, yet I still save receipts from years ago. I contradict myself with a precision I can’t help but admire, And maybe the paradox is the most honest thing about me.

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Jul 14, 2025

Jul 14, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC

MatthewDepew

Pathological Liar

I am a pathological liar. I tell you I hate the winter time, yet I spend hours sledding down icy hills. I swear I crave attention, but I’m always the one avoiding group dinners. I profess my disdain for chaos, yet my desk is cluttered with half-finished plans. I say I’m done with the past, yet I reread old messages like a ritual. I call myself steady, but I change my mind every time the wind shifts. I claim I’m tired of this city, though I’ve memorized the names of every street. I promise I’ll let go, yet I still save receipts from years ago. I contradict myself with a precision I can’t help but admire, And maybe the paradox is the most honest thing about me.

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I've been wondering since the moment you left What those feelings that I had meant Did they have a name and was I to blame Why I felt that way and how to make it go away I know now that it was never my fault You hold all the blame and I curse your very name I feel betrayal pull itself through my being As the word leaves my lips in a whisper How could I ever love someone who mistook discomfort for fun? How could I trust someone who's eyes wandered as they were with me? How could I think he loved me when even after a year his closest friends did not know me? It didn't register to me that I was angry or that I was sad I thought we parted on mutual terms But you weren't satisfied by my lack of suffering So you came back to make it clear that no part of you is capable trusting All you've ever told me All the "I love you's" All the "You're my world's" Hidden inside every word Was a lie

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Sep 2, 2018

Sep 2, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC

Pyrrha

Pathological liar

I've been wondering since the moment you left What those feelings that I had meant Did they have a name and was I to blame Why I felt that way and how to make it go away I know now that it was never my fault You hold all the blame and I curse your very name I feel betrayal pull itself through my being As the word leaves my lips in a whisper How could I ever love someone who mistook discomfort for fun? How could I trust someone who's eyes wandered as they were with me? How could I think he loved me when even after a year his closest friends did not know me? It didn't register to me that I was angry or that I was sad I thought we parted on mutual terms But you weren't satisfied by my lack of suffering So you came back to make it clear that no part of you is capable trusting All you've ever told me All the "I love you's" All the "You're my world's" Hidden inside every word Was a lie

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The lies just keep stacking up You can’t even be honest about the simple things If only you were better at it Pathological liar? Or just another pathetic human? Your stories are starting to get crossed You’re becoming sloppy Do you even realize that you give yourself away? You lie about everyday things You lie about personal things Perhaps your whole life is a lie A lie, you keep on changing Can you even remember the real story? You’re mad when I don’t buy in To your pathetic little game You’re upset cause you thought you could keep fooling me I caught on to your scheme I caught on a long time ago You’re not as good as you think In fact, You’re not worth much at all

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Jan 23, 2018

Jan 23, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC

Kwrites

liar's games

The lies just keep stacking up You can’t even be honest about the simple things If only you were better at it Pathological liar? Or just another pathetic human? Your stories are starting to get crossed You’re becoming sloppy Do you even realize that you give yourself away? You lie about everyday things You lie about personal things Perhaps your whole life is a lie A lie, you keep on changing Can you even remember the real story? You’re mad when I don’t buy in To your pathetic little game You’re upset cause you thought you could keep fooling me I caught on to your scheme I caught on a long time ago You’re not as good as you think In fact, You’re not worth much at all

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