Liars.
I didn’t mean what I said
There’s a little truth in everything
But I’ve always been a compulsive liar.
You trusted me
Like I trusted you.
I didn’t mean to break your heart
(If you even had one in the first place).
You don’t deserve me.
Tell me I’m a screwed-up mess
And that I never listen
Because I know you’re a liar too.
You’re telling me these things
That I don’t believe
And I’m telling you things
That you don’t believe either.
Can we be trusted?
This poem is about:
Me