I should have know it. I should have seen it. Not only was it plainly written in your eyes, that you didn’t even bother to disguise, but it was written on your skin, like an eighth deadly sin that I refused to read. Oh I convinced myself alright. I pretended that the patterns that I saw were not connected, that the lines I saw you draw faintly in the sand didn’t spell my own betrayal in finely cut acid that would soon burn through. All I wanted was to hold on tight, through the fights and all the misery, what I wanted was that golden heart I had glimpsed at your core. It was this golden heart that I was fighting for. I knew it was within you and so I became your own truth seeker. But it wasn’t until I dug my hands deeper, and got my hands dirtier, and stopped dreaming that I started finally seeing the truth. My eyes watched yours and they found lies. My hands caressed your curves and they found lies. My ears heard your words and they found lies. My lips kissed lies, my mouth tasted lies, my body felt the lies within in it and around it and beside it and in you. And it was only then, when I was at the point of no return, that I realized you had the heart of a liar too.
~butterflydreaming~
