Lie to me.
Tell me something that you know isn’t true.
Something that will make me fall deeper into you.
Further and further I plummet into your chains and I can’t break away.
Lie to me and tell me it’s ok.
Tell me about all the things we’ll do together.
All the things that won’t really happen.
I want to do them, but I'm sure they're all empty promises
You do them with other girls anyway.
Tell me a truth.
Am I your friend?
What do you even think of me?
Do you laugh at me for being stupid enough to fall for your tricks?
Do you not consider me a thinking, living person?
Do you even know me?
I don’t think so.
Backing away, I am making you out to be more than you are.
But you’re similar enough to that wonderful image to fool me anyways.
So I come closer again.
And I cant get away. I can’t get enough.
So you lie again and tell me you need me.
If only…
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The Diary
PoetryAs if the first kiss story wasn't personal enough, here's my virtual diary! I named it after the Hollywood Undead song. This will be my way of venting out to the world, and I seem to have a knack for extended metaphors. I have always written privat...