She didn’t even tell me.
The little lie ate up the inside and she got caught.
In her own web.
When is she going to learn?
When is she going to fall hard enough?
Will it be when everyone is gone?
When everyone is sick of her lies.
When all they see is an eaten corpse.
There is nothing left of life, all is dark lies.
What is the truth?
Will she even know?
How will she keep it straight?
I don’t feel mad, I do feel disappointment,
I am hurt that I can’t be trusted enough to be fed truth.
Like everyone else I get spoon-fed a lie.
It’s hard to trust anything she says anymore.
I want to be able to believe her.
I want to be able to hold her truth.
As awful as it may be.
Or as true as it may seem.
I can take it.
I can handle it.
I would rather be told the truth.
Then a lie.
Because the truth never changes.
A lie is dynamic.
Every flowing up and down with the changes in the story.
A new angle for every viewer.
It would be so much easier to tell the truth.
The story stays constant.
She won’t get eaten up by her lies.
She will be able to face tomorrow without the dread of someone looking in her closet.
She will be able to face past mistakes with a firm shoulder.
I can handle anything.
If you don’t want to include me.
I can deal with it.
I get it.
I would not include you either in some situations.
What I hate the most is the lie.
I am so sick of it.
I thought we had gotten past that.
I thought you were different.
But I guess some people never change.
I value your friendship.
I never want to lose the real you.
But I hate the lies that are eating you up.
Please just tell me what you think, in a kind way.
If I can’t handle your truth then who can?
Stop pushing me away with your lies.
Blow me away with the truth.