Liar

It's bizarre, the way I can visualize how your eye twitches when you are lying, but still you try.

You tell me what I want to hear, but the truth stays just out of reach of my ears.

You mesmerize me with the misconceptions of your intentions, you tell me you love me but disrespect me with every word you utter.

Take the time to get your story together, maybe then my intelligence wouldn't feel so insulted.

A consultant, that is what I would suggest-

A fictional writer for your daily communications.

Silence would serve you better, a moment of self-reflection, so you may determine the depth of your deceptions, the pains your mistruths bring to those around you.

You don't care, even as I imagine the tears forming in your shallow eyes, I know it's the beginning of the distraction.

Look left while you run right.

Same old tricks for the same old fool.

No more will I fall victim to your manipulative schemes.

No more lies will I hear.