
Allison
Bald-Faced Lies
A poem for those of us so tired of being lied to that we loop around and decide to just embrace the deception.
Humour me
Tell me what I want to hear
Whisper sweet nothings
Empty promises
Tantalising platitudes Come postulate with me
Indulge my “what if”s
“What about”s
“What could have been”s Put your metaphorical hand
On my metaphorical shoulder
And promise me the world Lift me
Soothe my worries
Place me on a pedestal
Tell me I am things I’m not
And not things I clearly am
Go the distance with me
Appear when I need you
Want you
Crave to you Run your figurative fingers
Through my figurative curls
Untangle me from my demons Lie to me
Feed me falsities
Subvert the truth
The world is ending anyway
Let’s go out burning together
