Lies are crimes

You wore your truth like a borrowed dress,
Tight at the seams, stitched with finesse.
Every word you spoke was sweet and thin
But laced with venom just under the skin.
And I, the fool, with open hands,
Built a home in shifting sands.

Lies are crimes in perfume and light,
Soft to the touch, but they cut like night.
you grew up while my soul came undone
Left me chasing shadows… where once was sun.
Now I stand in your silence, cold and spent,
A heart turned grave by your sweet descent.

Bent the truth until it looked unchanged.
Your love was smoke in a winter breeze
Gone when I reached, gone with ease.
You said “forever” that nothing else mattered
You wrapped it in hope that you knew would break
Now I lie in the ruins of what I believed,
Your chaos etched in the scars I keep.

Every phrase was a thread in your silk disguise,
And while I gave you faith like sacred gold,
You fed me frost and called it soul.
Lies are crimes in perfume and light,
Soft to the touch, but they cut like night.
Lies — that
elegant,
Rotting hearts one phrase at a time.
You left a desert where once was grace,
No footprints left in your empty place.
Just brittle webs that catch no light,
And vanish softly into night.

Somewhere, someone still waits for truth
But not in you.
Not in the wind that spoke with your voice.
Not in the silence that followed.