The Liar

She spoke to the world
through a fog
of self-indulgent analysis

Something hung behind her eyes
full of guilt
and a sick desire for a secret shoulder

Ideals justified away
in a pursuit
of religious like reason

Someone told me she was troubled
a risky venture
not worth taking in these times of war

To me she was kind and forgiving
while granting me shelter
from the loneliness

Sometimes the staggering amounts of honesty
and illusion
became too contradictory to swallow

The weight of her kindness
was brought into question
by the unbelievable truth

Somewhere between the truth and the front
she lost me
to the pursuit of lesser things

This is the way of life
or so she told me once
over breakfast