Poem

He looks away, turns empty eyes
By tar and honey truth disguised
Oh so sweet he spews his lies
love does not enter to his kind

He sputters stalls and buys his time
to make it seem like all is fine
He makes me feel the fault is mine
rightous angry and divine

He thinks I cannot see the web
fraught with things he hasn't said
secrets guilty in his head
the sins he takes with him to bed

Like too late flowers on a grave
with false forced words he tries to save
to distract from the shame upon his face
to fix the mess that he has made

He thinks that he is fooling me
That he's played me masterfully
he thinks I am too blind to see
that he never has or will love me