The truth hurts.
Do you remember, telling me you thought about me all the time?
I know this wasn’t true.
Your true feelings were never there
for me to see.
The truth was too hard for you to tell.
You’d sucked me in too deep.
I never realised
until too late.
Is life that simple or that complicated?
I guess so.
Wrapping ourselves in warm lies.
Truth locked away
without a key.
So hard to get to.
It may never bare it’s ugly head.
Only escaping when unguarded
to be recapture in the morning haze.
It’s too hard to live with
once your lies have taken over.