Looking deep into my eyes,Tell me,Can you see it?The corpse of every lie I’ve lived.
Promises madepromises givenpromises fadepromises lived in
Have you told your wife why her marriage ended?
I’m not permitted to write about this person, but I couldn’t bear
Your lies are betterthan your truths.Maybe that is whyyou make so manypretty packages for me,all tied up in bowswith strings…
In the back of my throatBehind the uvula, The little hanging chad,The mouth mystery — The one that aids speechAs though my ability to…
When I saidI was here for youI meant itheart and soul