Lies.

It's all lies, one way or another.
Little white lies.
The ones you forget you even made.
Big fat lies.
The ones you can't forget.
Still, equally, a lie.
And I promise it wasn't meant to be a lie.
I meant what I said... When I said it.
But I still lied.
Not then, but now. It's turned into a lie. Building slowly.
I try to ignore it but I can't.
It's the kind you don't forget.
I didn't mean to lie. But. It's all lies, one way or another.
It was true, but now False.
Was right, but now it's wrong.
I think of your lie.
Which was worse.
But I needed no revenge.
None.
But it was still a lie.
I still wish I meant it, but I honestly don't know that I do.
It still could be true.
It could.
But should it?
Your lie was different, But it was a lie.
It's all lies, one way or another.