You Lied to Me

You found me, I didn't look for you. You came into my world. You wanted me.
I did not let you in at first. You came back again, later. You found me, again.

This time I let you in.
You were charming, you were sweet, and you tasted like every bad decision I never want to
make, but I did anyways. I ignored the sour warning, the bitter taste of instinct.
I let you in, and you lied to me.

You lied about calling, and those missed moments I felt like a slave to my phone. You lied
about your name, so I opened up to a ghost. You lied about what you were doing, so now I feel more lonely than before.
I trusted you. You lied to me.

Your lies cling to me. The life you offered that has been taken away sticks to me like tar.
Hot, burning, scalding leaving scars. I can't get rid of it. I cannot make it go away. Not yet.

I feel sad, angry and hurt. You deserve this pain, not me. My emotions pour out in other ways.
Agitation towards assholes and everyone seems like an asshole now, so I try to look through
the eyes of what I use to know, someone else I use to be. I don't like living in this place.
This place where you lied to me.

You lied to me, but I don’t know why.

You lied to me, so everything feels like doubt.

I wish I could unspeak every secret I’ve told you, I would lie to you so I could still have my safe places.