Eight Bitter Lies

From the moment you and I met,
You could lie to me,
I wasn't that hard to get.

Your first lie was that gaze you had,
Your eyes so questioning. Too innocent. Too fragile.
No one could have known they'd hide that much bad.

Your second lie was the emotion written on your face,
The flawless face of begging and need, yet not sad.
I should have known it was a master camouflage.

Third of your lies were your lips,
How your words seemed hesitant and hid.
I doesn't know I already lost in the confusion,
It all seemed true, yet none of it is.

A masterpiece was the lie fourth.
Inside your head all those planned thoughts,
They burned my sould, my freedom, my world.
Everything was replaced by what I had fought.

Your innocent looking hands were the lie fifth.
The promise given without words: gentle is my touch.
The anger inside of you used your innocent fists.
It wasn't like you said. It hurt. It was rough.
Broken and shattered into pieces. All caused by three planned hits.

Your three breaths are the lie six.
All those little signs your breaths drew in the air.
Together they make 6 6 6, but I didn't have the eyes to see.
They were going to be part of what you were to be.

Your logic, isn't that the lie number seven?
Fooled by everything, instead of hell I thought you fell from heaven.
I thought about you and I for that moment.
What was yet to come, was inside your head. A written comment.

When you opened your mouth was created lie number eight.
Those three words were the ones and you suddenly were betrayed.
It happened behind your back, yet in front of your flawless eyes.
"I love you", escaped your lips and was greatest of your lies.
Yet something was temptating, spontaniously cried.

The eight set on fire the other seven lies,
And that is how all the pain flowed trough my broken eyes.
And my heart? To ash, to ash, it burned for nights.