He drugged me the first time he lied.
Conscious, subconsciously i inhaled.
Believing every word he said. Taking
his twisted facts and perceptions
as the ultimate truth. Myopic to his
shady facade, a slave to his twisted
opinions and marinated truth.
I was high as fuck!
He slipped a pill in my coffee every
morning, a double doze at lunch time
and a triple before bed. Whispering
sweet nothings into my ear, and
massaging my cheeks with kisses.
Juggling fantasy and reality in between
his lines as he constantly lied. A faker
almost as authentic and convincing as a
murderer’s plea for innocence in court. Damn!
I couldn’t even tell between fiction and truth.
He lied so much that he even faked his orgasms.
Amidst sweet passion, pulsating emotions in the
heat of the moment and the moaning and screaming,
i somehow got lost in cloud nine that i couldn’t tell
that he was faking it. I was hooked to his drug that I
couldn’t see beyond that physical facade he often caressed.
He was so good that he faked our whole relationship.
While he fronted, i embraced his stunts. Every word
that came out of his mouth was the ultimate truth
for me. He even lied about his family, job and friends
and i believed him like a blind fool. Playing the role of
a wife to fake family reunions and wing man to parties.
He almost convinced my family with his poker face and
well crafted lies. He was that creep with a smirk face,
lying about everything. Dude even lied about his real
names! He was that sneaky bloke always busy covering
tracks. A beautiful liar he was. He lost the leading role
in the movie, “liar, liar” to Jim Carey.
He smoked a joint in my face when i caught him cheating.
Somehow he convinced me that it was his cousin and
i believed him. He got me stuck on stupid even when he
lied through his teeth. He got me all tripping and
emotional, afraid of reason and truth. I couldn’t tell right
from wrong. I was the perfect fool in the faking game.
Believing every word he said without questions.
Hooked to his lies like crack. Defending his lies like a
loyal servant and covering up his tracks to please him.
Caressing his lies like a naive school girl.
Holding onto his lies on the street while the world
watched. Too high to decipher the signals and signs
from friends and family. I was addicted to his lies.
See, our relationship started with a lie and ended with truth.
A drug that is now the reason i am constantly in and out of rehab.
The major reason for my insecurity and obnoxious attitude.
The cause for my trust issues.
Each time he lied, he took a piece of me with him.
Each time he lied, he killed me softly.
I am that confused soul, the female with the obnoxious
attitude and the insecure female with trust issues.
I am a beacon of lost souls for all bitter, angry women.