If I told you the truth, really,
Could you handle it
Could you bear the bitterness
And keep the smell of rotten secrets
From driving you insane or away
If I told you the truth, the whole truth,
Wouldn’t it offend you
And the picture of good manners
You carry in your wallet
Wouldn’t it tint your glasses a little red
And make my peace sign a red flag
If I told you the truth
Would it smear the perfect whiteness
Of the light I stand in, and sharpen
The edges of your judgement
And make you cower in righteousness
Light hath nothing to do with darkness
Please let me lie to you
White lies to brighten the grey
And contrast the black
Black lies to blot out
Mistakes and a crooked past
Fat juicy lies
All sweetness and spice
Lies because I love you.
Let me save you the torture
Of choosing between me and your morals
Or whatever makes you think
You are perfect.
Let me lie
Because at some point
I would believe that I’m truly
so good.
Lie to me too
You already do.
Zikora is a Radio producer/presenter, and writer. Lover of books and bread. In his spare time, he writes about himself in the third person. Follow him on twitter@z1kora
