Why lie,
It’s so insignificant, I can’t understand why you’d do it.
And yet I ask you directly and you can’t tell me the truth.
I know that you’re lying, but if I push, it’s a fight.
The things you lie about aren’t important, and yet that makes the lie worse.
Worse because you won’t see why it matters,
And I can’t explain why it does.
But it burns, when you lie.
I can feel it.
And anger, that the person I have no option but to trust,
Would lie to me about something, so insignificant.
I just,
Why lie.