All he says are lies.
But he’s tied to me.
Pieces and parts
Of a broken mirror.
All the lines sharp with all the lies.  
Shattered.
I hate you.
Walking on eggshells is hell.  
I can’t truly tell myself the truth.
That I love you ?
What’s worse losing who you were?
Or finally accepting the reality of time?
Believing the lies
Wasting time
oh so ever-lasting.
What is the real reality?
The black-and-white thought’s?
Process or proceed
It’s like a seed.
Confirm or confuse.
But you can’t grow.
It doesn’t make sense.
Does it lack the perception?
When i have the clear evidence
Back track minutes hours and days.
The split of the parts where
There was no future.
But keep going further in.
Again and again
Year after year.
Persistent. But pretend everything’s fine
Im hurt
don’t worry, it’s all blurry
cross the t and dot the I
There’s no you and I.
Am I lost?
You always come back
lacking everything I need.
Forgetting what he does
Im lost inside the game.  
Who cares? There’s no way getting out.
Of the glass of shattered parts in you and I.
In my mind are all your lies
It’s not so kind in between the lines.
I know all the lies.
But it’s fine.
it’s part of his game.
I truly don’t mind.
I don’t know a single lie.

RLC