Behind the smoke
I lied
through my teeth
As your lies poured
Out Through your cheeks.
Getting
“Caught up”
Was only
A fraction
Of the entire
Dis functional story
Holes in the evidence
And Hoes for the lack
Of a better word
Are chose for you and for me.
We
Say that we loved
Each other
But did we
Really?
I had pains
From missing you
But that could of been
The hunger and need for you
Physically.
You cried
For me
Clinging on
With furious force
Always Making a scene.
We must of been
Both blowing smoke
Because I couldn’t tell
What was a “front”
And what came out
In honesty
Since it was so frequently,
We hated each other
For being different
In personality
Oh how similar we were
Behind the scenes
Pssh… Monogamy
