Always, perfect, us, and forever
A part of me stands back wondering why
I want to believe but cannot almost ever
He tells these formidable obvious lies
Like my sister you build a story
You are the star and say you never lie
I blink in wonder at your false silly glory
You build a castle of lies while I wonder why
I’d like to believe we’ll always be friends
A part of me wants security, foolish hope
I give it 50/50, unsurprised when it ends
I think you should wash your mouth out with soap
The best liars adore and believe their own words
And it takes years for the real truth to be heard
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: words.
P.S. There have been so many liars in my life — mom on down. Sometimes I wonder if they even know they’re lying.
I do not know.
My almost friend John the con man always said that a good con artist believed his lies; If he didn’t who else would?
True in addiction often too.
Good point. I’m pretty sure that the numerous cons in my life believed their lies.
Here you go. I watched this a LOT after ejecting the Evil X. :-)
Wow! Well, I had the angel/devil thing going the whole time: the devil saying um, he’s full of it, and the angel saying, people can change. The devil won.
You got it backwards. The devil says “He can change.” The Angel says, “that fuck’s a liar.” :-)
Ha, you could be right!
Also I thought I was sitting on a bunch of anger about it, but I wrote that out in poems the whole time, (mostly not posted), so there isn’t much. And under the anger: happy and free and relieved.
Those last two lines are so good. It’s crazy how people become liars even to themselves.
Thank you and yes. It IS crazy.