Spare me your half truths
Whole lies by trying
To cleanse it away
With rhetoric
spare me from your
Fever blister
Sensitive and painful
As it passes along
From your lips
To those falling victim
To your kiss
Spare me the bookshelves
Of guilty pleasures
That continue to exist
Inside the sanctuary City
Of denial
Disconnect me
Pull the extension chord
From the wall and
Spare me
The great pretender
Will shade you
With a red bulb
Affirm your beliefs
And moral code
A carnival of mirrors
Reflecting a perfect image
depending upon a linear
Or horizontal line
Fooling you with warm
Chicken soup
A liposuction
From unpleasantness
Coveting you under
Its hood and cape
While juxtaposing everything else
The enemy is hidden
Beneath the mask
With no identity
You believe every word
spoken
Every word read
Deeply invested in illusion
A hypnotic spell repeating
Over and over
And over again
Until
Up they climb
with scaly arms
finding purchase
in the upper boughs
with flicking tongues
and tempting lies.
All those things you said to me that
Weren’t true, I wish you had just
Kept your mouth shut instead of
Confusing me, leading me on,
Making me think something more
Was going on than realistically was.
Words can sound so good but
I found out they can’t always be
Trusted, or believed, if they’re
Coming from someone like you,
The person I thought I could trust
More than anyone in the world.