liar

I’m the worst kind of liar
I don’t lie to save my skin
nor to manipulate
or shine upon myself
a more flattering light
Hell I don’t even lie
because I wish it were so
I lie to make the words fit
To sound them out
and make of them
enough to fill the days
with what ifs
that may or should otherwise
never be

For instance today I’ll say
I’m in love with you
With these words
I gain nothing
I appear ridiculous
and would invite unwanted disaster
But I say them just to see what could be expounded from them

Like how beautiful garbage
a calming storm
or a wasteful necessity
can only be born
of a sincere lie

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