Whatever helps you sleep

at night.

Comfortable lies.

Whatever gets you up

at dawn.

And fills your day with

passion and pride.

Convenient lies.

Foriegn spies

applied as domestic

allies.

To make the world

better.

Heroic lies.

So lie to yourself.

Welcome to denial.

Where it’s owned,

a piece,

though of different sizes,

of everyones

heart and soul.

if you believe in your own lie, it becomes truth.

slippery words, look them straight in the eyes.

keep it simple. keep it short.

don’t overexplain.

say it with the confidence of someone who believes they are telling the truth.

mind over matter.

pull the wool over their eyes and your own.

don’t let them look too hard.

what lie? it’s the truth.

there are no lies here, only a girl convincing you of a truth that doesn't exist.

and i will succeed.

What is wrong?

“Nothing” she said.

The farthest truth she every said.

Lies to comfort the ones she loves.

No doubt, the truth would destroy his soul.

“Goodnight, I love you” instead.

She rolls over and to hear a familiar song.

In her head the record plays,

“Your a pathetic husband and as your wife, I go to bed lonely each night. He doesn’t love you, it’s easy to see. His heart and mind is with her, time to accept defeat.”

Neither tonight or tomorrow will she admit the truth, just to keep him near nothing more than lies and fake truth.