I Love A Liar- Poetry

I love a liar, he lied to me. He told me he loved me, but he really loved the streets. He wanted me for his wife and he lived a wild life, so I told him to make a choice and he chose drama and strife. I love a liar, he lied to me. He said he loved me, but really loved the sheets. He kept me on cloud 9 while the truth had been denied.

Like a fool I loved him, like an idiot without a clue. I thought what we had was real, but only were his touch and feel. His kisses and hugs were near, while his heart far away. While he visibly reassured me, he privately shunned me. I love a liar, he iced me all the way up. I saw sunflowers and buttercups while he artfully presented thorns and jagged ruts. So strong is the pull, the pull to the sheets. So why can't I be the refreshing breath of air you need?

Yeah, you been hurt and in pain, but why scar the one woman who knew you before you knew game? We were each other's first loves, you came back for me. You had me wrapped and bound, but you lived just as free. What's the matter with you man? One woman ain't enough? You trying to scar me up with your wounds, while I tried to heal yours up. If you truly let me, I could take the hurt away. You could live completely stress free each and every day. I could be spontaneous, surprise you at the least. But hey, I love a liar, I don’t know what I expected to see. Why consider yourself a thot, when you could have ONE and be free? Let me show you a new way, let's wake up to a new day, hey, lets even just joyfully play. If you fight against the man you are and become the one you want to be, you'll begin to see that the dreams you dream can become reality.

You see, I'm a liar too, and we're two peas in a pod. What you don't know though, dearest, is that I'm a better liar than you are. Ha ha lol. See, you learned from the master while the master learned from you, and we were really in competition with each other to see whose love game was better. See, while you played city thot I changed for the better, and thought maybe I could get you back if I was the opposite of what you'd become.

But I love the liar that loved me first, then loved many more women and never satisfied his thirst....... I could show you real trust and I could show you real lust but inside of me says " The object of your affection must maintain a pure connection in order to affect the change that can happen within your range, if first both mindsets change"..... I love a liar and he lied to me, but I chose to be truthful so that by becoming blinded by him he just might begin to see.