The Quality of a Lie.

So many times in my life, people have fed me lies,

so many lies, I lost count.

Lies about them, lies about me, lies about them with me, lies about them with

someone else.

The lies just kept on coming– after time, I realized that I’m done believing what people say to me.

I am to the point where the compliments, the sweet words, the so-called “truth,” just comes in one ear and stumbles out the other

 …… the words stop, for a sweet second, and I appreciate them

 

then reality hits, and I remember,

                    the quality of a lie.

 

The way it makes me feel good, makes me feel worth something, makes me feel like I actually mean to this person,

what

they

say

I

do.

 

Then the lie comes alive, and I realize what it really was to start out with– an untrue, heart-wrenching,

 false commitment to my thoughts.

I got so tired of hearing these lies,

       and I don’t know any other way–

                  it’s unfortunate really,

because I honestly want to believe the words you say