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