Lying is a survival skill. Sometimes, lying is a necessity, if not just a mere way to sugarcoat the unpleasant, dodge the unnecessary, and temporarily keep someone or something at bay. But while it is a skill to be used sparingly and with the utmost care, someone who claims to never lie... well, they've just spoken the greatest one there is.
But every lie bears weight, and even the perpetual liar may find that it eventually becomes too heavy to carry.
[Old poem with many flaws. Preserved as is for personal future reference.]
Full poem + Author's Notes.
(Previously known as "Vincent")
The journey of falling in love with a guy who didn't know how I felt.
And all the consequences from that love.
Non-fiction.
Highest rank: #149 in Poetry
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