[Her Lies]
She lies;
we both know;
it’s unspoken between us;
she lies
& I’ve grown fond of how well
she lies,
even if they are lies she’s told a
thousand times over-
-I’ve always loved setting
myself up,
not in the best of manners,
habitually in the worst of sorts,
where triumph is always a far cry
so feel bad not,
feel never sad,
your lies are necessary;
I remain to hear every
tidbit of deception.
Dontrell Lovet't
from, [AutoErotic FatalitieS]
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