I’m not sure why this delicate subject matter keeps creeping into my thoughts. Perhaps I am on some sort of guilt trip from a former life….
I can hold a smile
For a while
And pretend
It’s how I feel
But you and I
Cannot deny
The pretence is not real
We lie to make it meaningful
We lie, we cheat, we steal
We lie about emotions
Emotions we don’t feel
We lie just for the hell of it
We lie about the crime
But darling let’s not dwell on it
Let’s lie here one more time.
Richmond Road 
Since the very beginning,
you’ve been feeding me
lies, like cherries…
But to tell you the truth,
I am still starving for sweetness…
Bring on your salty toffees!
Sorry, I am no match, but it is fun to try your poem-comment habit 🙂 xx
LikeLike
Actually I think you put a bit more thought into yours than do I.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hard to say, since I can’t read your mind… 🙂
LikeLike
Can’t you? I thought it was something of an open book. But I am beginning to realise that whatever I write tends to be more about the ‘feel’ than the content and I think that might explain my consistent failures with prose. I focus far too much on the flow of the words rather than the story itself and, quite frankly, my own stories bore me. I can hardly complain when they have the same impact on others.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think I am pretty good at reading people, but I tend not to try anymore… Some people don’t enjoy that (being mind read)… Plus, I like people telling me about themselves when they want to 🙂
LikeLike
It’s interesting how this piece can be read as in regards to the spouse, as well as the person on the side. Intriguing.
LikeLike
I think that, no matter the nature of a relationship, there are always little mistruths floating about.
LikeLiked by 1 person