You were a liar
when you held my hand
and kissed it subtly.
Your lips lied swallowing all the pain inside
pressed behind the dry walls of your throat.
You lied every night
holding me in your arms,
becoming something you were not at all.
All you said that you were fine-
bewitched your own hazel eyes
to not reflect the pain which
you hid inside your stiff ribs.
I didn’t know,
How you suffered every night?
And found every single peice of yourself
only to make a complete new shining you
coated with sweet syrup and blunt eyes.
Now, I’m close enough to see
crystal clear all the gaping wounds
stretched over your body.
You tried stitching them-
behind every lie
All I knew before
You were a liar!
You were only a liar.
Planting deep seeds of secrets,
now I know the real you were
lonely: the scars which burnt
inside of you and expanded until you
were a deserted little secret, isolated
in your own experiences but;
You lied about the wreakage,
In those fake knight armour suit
blinding me, as if it was unrequited love.
So now come a lil closer, reveal —
‘Let me heal you honey’
I’ll get rid of the salts.
Let your soul sing in the shower…
as I be the ointment to your lies.
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