Of Lies and Love

The empty spot
next to me on this here bed
it smells of you
of cigars and smoke and spice
all the love and pain
we've put each other through
the whore in our house
the lies we dreamt
of forever and together
it wasn't meant to be
the lipstick on your collarbone
the crashed car in the water
the prison bars that should've been mine
the times we spent
bliss in ignorance