why do you say things you don't mean?
three words come easily for you
like a mirage you continue to uphold—
so soft, yet never true.

which ones are real?
and which ones are lies?
your quiet hides what you won’t say
but I see it in your eyes.

your tongue has made it its habit
to use your words as a weapon
but after all this time, I still wonder—
why do lies on your lips taste like heaven?