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Sunday, August 8, 2010


Sometimes, they are much more preferred than the truth. I hate you. I hate you. Sometimes, the truth is too much for one to handle. It is like a creamy slice of chocolate mud cake. Eating the whole cake is too sickly sweet that it becomes disgusting. You end up emptying your stomach into the rubbish bin, along with your affection for chocolate.

Sometimes, words can be tainted like snow. The more white and pure something is, the filthier it appears once smeared with merely a drop of blood. I much prefer the twisted beauty of the spider's web. It is like the red thread that binds those who are destined together. However, if yours is not connected to mine, then I don't want to know. I want to spin my web around you until your chest hurts so much that it mirrors a heart in love. Tell me that you love me. Tell me lies.

They are told every day. They are more common than eating breakfast. Sometimes, what may seem like the truth is actually a lie. I don't love you. I don't love you. Its a lie told so artfully that even the creator cannot tell the difference. You may not know it but there is a thin line between True and False. It is a simple step in and out the door. Sometimes, after you step into the realm of Lies, the door shuts behind, leaving you in a life of Eternal lies.

Sometimes, the liar is someone you cannot expect. If I were you, I would not pry into why. You would be digging yourself a grave that cannot be escaped from. Reasons. There are reasons why people lie to begin with. Reasons you much prefer not to know. Sometimes, lies are much more preferred than the truth. Sometimes, people accept lies because its easier to comprehend. Tell me lies. Tell me lies. And I will continue to lie on your behalf.
I don't love you.


1 comment:

Vencora said...

it's true i probably tell lies more often than i eat breakfast.

nice assessments and very interesting observations you have here.

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