you’re lying through your teeth again
i can tell because you have this habit
where you become squeamish in your words
where you look down before looking up
where you lie to me
over time i got good at reading between the lines.
between the lines, that's where the truth sits
and the truth is expected to come out
when it bleeds from your teeth
into the words you say
onto my mouth
but, i’ll let you dig your own grave,
(thats about 6 feet deep, by 7 feet long, and 3 feet wide, by the way)
keep looking down,
and look up,
smile again
so i can see the truth
behind your paperthin promises
Raw, profound, relatable