I would like to find another you, minus the negative attributes. Actually, drop the s, because it’s only that one character flaw that plagues the rest of you and intrigues my disgust so deeply that I just can’t look away.
The opposite of honest
The other end of truth
I can’t stand by what you say
Because you Lie.
You lie about the smallest things, the things you fear the most
You lie about your misgivings, your writers block and poems.
You lie about who your with, and to them when your there
And worst of all
You smiled and said, fuck truth, I always dare.
Well I dare you to tell the truth.
I challenged you to tell me how you really feel about me
And when you said you couldn’t, and wouldn’t speak the words
I knew it was a lie, and you just didn’t want me to hurt.
I almost want to thank you, but that would be a lie.
I’m still a bit bitter that you chose the other guy.
Joefish 