I love when you lie.
I love when you dart your eyes to keep away from contact and when you fiddle with your fingers because you're guilty.
I hate the way you tell the truth.
It hurts more when sins you've committed have come to life, and I can't forget about it.
That's why I love your lies.
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Poetrydestructive but ineffective sentences fondling your weakness but never cradling your strength. © 2016 | cyrillics
