The truth about love is it's hardly sweet,

the human heart is a blood-pumping fist,

honest betrayal becomes courteous and thoughtful,

the principles on which a relationship should stand.



Though you may be praised for your honesty,

your actions have been forced by sound paranoia,

it's only when you are about to be caught,

that your nobility and truth are made known.



Would you say that you love me to him?

Like you tell me he's only a friend,

would you cover your lies with the jacket i bought,

as you come to me in the morning?



Well, it's hard to let go of your love,

even when it's been beaten to shreds,

sometimes all you want is someone to say yes,

even when you know it must be scripted.



After years, you would think i'd let go,

but alas, it has only been one,

i'm not one to rush, i like just to think,

she loved me enough to go behind my back,

and tried to spare me the feelings of hurt and despair,

that were unfortunately to blatant to hide.




I still think of your eyes.....




The way that you looked,

when i knew you had something to hide.....




Your voice so convincing that all would be fine,

but your eyes needed time to decide.



I wish you listened to your eyes,

i wish you'd kept up a convincing disguise,

i'd rather not know that i wasn't enough,

too secure to be labeled your prize,

too immune to the feel of your thighs,

too in love to be considered wise,

so you got bored, and needed more,

an attention whore, come back to my door.

It's always open.