Sweetest Lies

It’s not that what he says
Is different
From what I’ve heard before
Or that his actions match up
To the promises that he makes.
It’s the way he puts his lips
When he tells me all his untruths
and his half-truths
And the truths that could never be proven
Because they were never really true.
It’s the way his eyes light up
Like there’s no reason to distrust
That piercing look
That’s speaking to my soul
And begging my soul to believe him
This time, like the last time
Even though the last time
He lied.
See I’m convinced
That the sparkle in his eyes
Should be reserved for honest eyes
And it’s unfair
That deceit should come
From such beautiful lips.
So even though what he says today
Contradicts what he said yesterday
And would probably differ tomorrow
I listen.
And if he was to tell me that 2 plus 2
Was equal to 5
I’d believe him.
Because accepting that he lies
Would deprive me of
Watching those sweet lies
Pour from his beautiful lips
And feeling the stare
From his vibrant eyes
That pierces so deep
Like his life depends solely on
My trust.
So if living without his lies
Means living without his eyes
And lips
I’d rather have his sweetest lies.