Lie to Me
Lie to me because I don’t believe you and
The reason why I don’t believe you is the exact same
Reason why I can’t.
The questions that I want to ask are questions that would hurt you and
You tell me you’re an open book, but what is a book, unbound?
Feelings on pages absent any seams, glue or staples
A sea of letters scattered on the ground
I can’t do that
Even people like me have rules of engagement, and this would be
Decidedly in violation
I want to believe that you want to talk to me, but I can’t ask because
The response is the same either way, one your face real, one is a mask and
It hurts good people when they become a part of the cast
In your real-life reenactment of your troubled past
As it turns out, when good people tell you they love you, it hurts them
When you say that they don’t and you laugh
Saying all this makes me sound bad
But hurt people understand that
Recovery is taking refuge inside of the shell that you
