Three people are innocent
and you are guilty.
But to you,
we're the ones to blame.
You make us feel your lies
as deep as possble.
You start them,
then you continue to make them grow.
Almost as if,
you are weaving a web.
A web that you keep hidden.
Until your loquacious personality
takes control.
You let it slip,
not through your voice
but that of another.
Because one isn't enough
to please you;
it takes three.
Once again,
your lies cut.
And it is harsher
than any pain
I've ever endured.
Your lies
are all I have left
to remember you by.
The hand holding
the exuburent kisses
the sweet and loving hugs
are never again to be.
Only because
you were ever so unpleased.
With one,
you needed three.
So now you've lost
the two that know.
Your sadistic lies
have overcome you.
You are no longer
the one I grew to love.
You are
and will forever be
lies.
