Her words are spitting out faster than a viper releases venom. With each blow harder to take than the last, all thats going through her mind while she's exploding in a sea of anger with her tears claiming her face is why does this always happen to me? What did I do wrong? Must I change everything aspect about me just to please you for a few waking seconds? He tries to calm her telling her it's not at all what it looks like. He hesitates on every word like a man has a gun to his head making him plead to live. He breaks down in a sorrow trembling on the words I love you. She wonders if any of it lie or maybe the far out truth...
Sometime hard to separate the truth from a lie. A liar can't tell the different. When you know someone is a liar. Never trust their words or motives. Lies can twist you up and you won't know the truth from a lie anymore. Last lines are something to think about. A excellent poem.
Coyote