Liar

I should have known better than to fall for yet another one,

the one that makes all the promises and they all seem so perfect.

How you’d love and never leave and never let me feel the thorns of the past.

It’s funny how often I’m still pricked my them,

and here I am bleeding out,

yet you pretend you can’t see the damage.

I wear the scars of the past on my sleeves in hopes that no one else will add to the collection.

You promised you were different.

Guess in the end, you were a great actor after all,

or I’m just too stupid to have seen clearly how great of a liar you were.