I Like it When You Lie

His dark cloudy eyes tell me something isn't right
"I love you" he whispers while his body collapses
It's the last best lie he ever muttered
And so I shed a tear, for my lost
He was my love, my everything
And yet neither one of us
Could explain or understand what we felt
Stolen words, and broken promises
Is what I reduced my life to
And now that he is gone, my heart aches to be lied to
I often find myself wondering
"What if?"
What if I had never met him?
Would I feel this way about another?
Sitting here, rocking his corpse in my arms
I receive my answer.