i lie in intention
to be abused
avoiding you in attention to feel blue
and i rise in defeat
scars on my feet
from walking down alleys of my past
speaking in truth
masochist in disguise
and i’m crying in happiness of what was
thinking i loved you
but we’re dying and rhyming
twisting tongues to make sense
27 with lips red
breaking your achilles to feel you
dancing in black and your mood
midst of last night
kissing lips under streetlights
pushed against
crying against
lying against
little white lies never hurt you
because you never knew
what you got yourself into
in truth i speak of you