She saw him first
and then gave an ear to lend.
He told her that he was alone in his walk
And that all he needed was a friend.
That was the beginning
of several small lies.
Ones that he had told himself
Ones that he needed to simply survive.
No one understood him,
or so he had said.
Though she understood him.
Her attention gave food to his death and it fed.
A secret trip,
one will never know.
Though lies are always found out
Even though no one was ever told.
It bred life into a fantasy
For both of them and grew.
Though both claimed there was nothing romantically.
But then she outed him and then everyone knew.
More lies to base the future on.
For she’s thinking with her feelings, her heart
Failing to see that lies are a song
That pulls the heart apart.
“No one understands me, no one trusts me.”
Was what he had claimed.
And it really seemed he was alone, she could see
And then to her he remained.
Again.. another lie, little did she know
This isolation he lived
Was one created,
One that he owned.
“Exiled,” he cried
And she felt for him
Once again this proved that
She was his only true friend.
Choices were made,
Though he claims they were not his.
If she only knew what really made him cave.
Maybe a second thought she would give.
She thinks she is different
If only she could know
She is one of many
The deception can only grow.
She lives in a world
No one can envy her of.
Lies add up and break
What one thought was love