"Liar"

The scent of your betrayal
Smells like her perfume.
The lie that's catching on your lips
Is forming way too soon.
The lipstick on your collar
Is not a color that I own.
It's a lie when you said you tried to call
But I wouldn't pick up my phone.
The present that you bought me
Is something she would wear;
A lie to cover up the secret
That it's not just my bed you share.
The hair that's on your shoulder
Is not my shade nor length;
A reason to make another excuse
For just how low you sank.
But the biggest liar here is me,
Who keeps on smiling all the time,
Pretending I know nothing at all
When the fact is you're not only mine.