Lies

Each time I talk to you
I make you tell another lie.
"We are all the same" you say
To that niggling, annoying feeling
That perhaps despite so
You can choose to be different.
But lies are creative
And truth only hurts.
It asks for impossible faith
From the both of us.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 582 AF.