Liar

I would be lying if i say you still don’t cross my mind.

Like i still don’t know the smell of your neck,

Or the softness of your skin that i felt when i first touched it.

I would be lying if i say i didn’t plan a whole fairy tale with you.

Yes you brought out the best in me, but you also brought out the worst in me.

I was all yours when you weren’t even half mine.

You gave me butterflies,

I gave you flowers.

The butterflies died and so did the flowers,

But I would be lying if i say i wasn’t ready with a new set of roses outside the door.

Yes we both were liars.

I lied to keep you closer, to make you stay,

And you lied to hurt me, to break me and to push me away.