by Kat Apf

Created on: November 12, 2008   Last Updated: September 23, 2010

layer upon layer
of silver lined lies
we wrap our love
in an intricate
lace-patterned cloak
of deceit

and slowly
it starts to cover our heads

these inky black pools
of self-serving distortions
separate us
and years turn our inches
into miles

I can hardly see you across
the murky waters anymore

your dishonesty
makes me question
what I ever saw in you
to begin with

and now my body
is standing tall
as I throw mean
cheap one-liners at you

but inside
I'm curled up
in the fetal position
sucking my thumb

all I ever asked for
was
the truth

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