Guys Lie

Guys lie,
Guys lie all the time.
Maybe I am wrong, maybe I am right.
Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s false.
Right and true, wrong and false,
Totally different.
I could be either, or.

Maybe it’s the guys I interact with.
Maybe I am just prone to they that lie.
Eventually, I always discover that he was lying.
It never ends well.
A lie might get you somewhere
But it will not keep you there.
It might even get you me,
But I will leave when I discover it was all a lie.

Yes, I will cry.
I will ask why.
A part of me might even die.
But in the end, I will sigh
And hope that one day, I will find a guy
Who does not lie.

PS:
I couldn’t care less about poetry. This was the one time I tried, on a lonely day in my first year in university, with the usual inspiration, men. It was published somewhere else. You weekly dose of unpublished posts continues...

Guys Lie