Last loved lie

You just fell from so up high
You died alive and breathing
Before your arrogant smile
Everything went crystal clear

We were nothing all this time
Just characters of a play
Happening at two places at once
Talking to scenarios and lights

Acquaintances struggling
In the mud of society codes
In the filth of bare intimacy
In the name of fake love

Originality replaced what could never happen
Trueness of feelings, unclothed moments
We had to mask everything with my lies
Shaped by your actions, your lies

In my last truthful lie
My very last lying truth
I suddenly realize you are nothing to me
Mere past struggling to keep up with the present

You lost; I’m obliterating you
Writing you off of my mind.
Your essence was never mine
Mine was never yours.

But mind this: I’m just erasing your lies
Your soiled company’ll stay as an itch
To remind me of the disease
Of loving for poetry or literature.

You lie to yourself thinking your arrogance serves an end
To me your discreditable haughtiness itself ended it.

I like gloomy endings because they’re not worth remembering it.
There’s only a lesson in them to take home with you:

I loved you lying because only lying I would believe it.
Despising and loathing you, I stopped believing.