Friday, December 21, 2012


You lied,
To delight me,
To entertain me,
To liquefy my trepidation,
To settle my doubts,
That stemmed from my inadvertent knowledge,
Of those antecedent lies,
Or so I believed.

You could have lied,
Through your teeth,
Because lying is your forte,
Because lying treats your senses,
Because lying has become your wont.

 Lies never dampened,
Anything they ought to have,
Your lies showed more of you,
Whom I couldn't help relishing more.

I lied,
Not out of mockery,
Not out of spite.
But to lighten yours,
To mitigate those pangs yours deliver.

1 comment:

  1. "It is not jusr to keep world peace that men dish out a load of lies to women, [but] to make them dependent, while women indeed have something better to offer, all her thinking and feeling and a lot of things made of brightly coloured wools."

    --Greed, Elfriede Jelinek.