I knew it but I didn't want to believe what I already knew was true. You ain't shit. Never have been. Never will be. I pride myself on seeing through the lies. Being able to see the snake escaping from your mouth and cutting off the head before you hypnotize me with your false words and untruths.

But a love lost has altered my ability to sniff out the bullshit and put my guard up when it is most needed. The empty feeling has made me cling to any and everything that blows by in the wind hoping to recapture the one that got away. This never happened. Instead, I let another man's words surround me, his manhood consume me, his seed fill me, and our embodiment flowed forth. I let him wrap me in his snakes and serpents and now, I really don't want to escape. The lies comfort me and give me an excuse not to have to confront what I know is the honest truth.

Yet you have made it painfully clear what this truth is. The sacrifices. The risks. The chances we both took. The late nights and early mornings. They mean nothing to you. Which leads me to believe what my soul has seen all along. You. Really. Ain't. Shit. Please excuse my French. But the pit is back. The bottom part of my tummy is tingling and my heart is hurting. But out of respect for myself and out of contempt for you - I'll suffer quietly - as usual. And you will continue to go around dripping poison in every girl's ear, leading them to a slow death. It's what I expect from you. No, that's a lie. I didn't want to believe what I already knew was true. It was there in my face, clear as day. It stood silently as you told me what I wanted to hear and I ignored the hissing that existed after each word you said to me.

So what now? Do I continue to to let you wrap me up in your lies or do I deal with the hurt and finally release myself from your grip? As much as I hate this, as much as I hate you, I just can't help it. I love the way you lie.