The Honest Lie
You swear you are faithful,
yet flirt with shadows when no one sees.
You say you are pure,
yet purity drips from lips tasting ten mouths.
You preach loyalty,
yet loyalty lasts only until the next festival dance.
You speak of forever,
yet your forever expires before the candle burns out.
You are gentle as a slap,
kind as betrayal in silk.
You are devoted as a coin tossed at a shrine,
forgotten once the wish is made.
You love like merchants bargain in markets—
weighing, measuring, trading,
calling it sacred while counting profit.
You are fast as a promise,
slow as the truth that never arrives.
You demand truth from others,
yet your tongue is a temple of polished lies.
You cry when deceived,
yet clap when you deceive.
You mourn broken trust,
yet sell trust like cheap incense on the roadside.
You want love spotless as moonlight,
yet your own hands drip with mud.
You want loyalty solid as mountains,
yet your feet slip on the first stone.
I see you—
a paradox dressed in perfume,
a mask that smiles while it bites.
You are honest as hypocrisy,
faithful as temptation,
pure as corruption painted gold.
And still you say—
“Believe me.”
And still I laugh—
for your words are poetry,
but your truth is parody.
So drink your lies like wine,
toast to your borrowed forever.
I will sit with contradictions,
for even contradictions
are more loyal than you.
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