Expression [Poetry]

Tricesimus Quintus

The lies you tell
And the truths you keep
Or are those truths you tell
And lies you keep?
They are countless, mysterious

Countless — your faces
Mysterious — you

You are a born liar
Or maybe you just know words?
Maybe something in between
Maybe neither of the two
I think I'll never know at all

I like to think I know the real you
Even if I know I really don't

From the way you boringly sigh
And lie about your lies
To how you deny that you weep
Yet end up crying yourself to sleep
I think I'll never understand at all

I like to say I understand you
Even if I don't understand

I think I think I think
But then everything I come up with
You somehow know how to sink
You always know how to answer back
And that — I acknowledge that

All this I acknowledge
I acknowledge that you fool people
I acknowledge I am easily fooled

Alas, how horrible it is indeed
To be stuck with someone who loves to lie
One moment you think you know
How to tell what's true and not
And even then, you can't really tell

I can surely tell you this though
I admire your dangerous eyes
I like you for all of your lies
I love you for who you are