For Lost Loves (Poetry)

Deception

On the swing set you told me
I was a natural and you loved it
I was aware you were talking of beauty

Then I realized
It wasn't nature that you loved
It was deception that you hated
It was the root of all your scars

But the worst of it all

Deception was acceptable for you

So long as the words
Comes from the lips you think of
When you were kissing mine