I believe

That is is all falsified.
That my conscience is the foundation of my choices,
Even if it has many voices,
Which do not tread with ease,
Over my overanalytical mind.
So you tell me one thing,
But I'll actively choose another,
Just to pull one over on you,
Get the ruse?
I knew you would.
Carry on.

Kiss and Tell

Something so sweetly
implanted in the earth of my heart.
So warm and friendly
imposed synthetically
the promise of absolution
and annihilation.
Tag my earthen heart
with another poisoned promise.
Oh please, lie to me
and tell me this fits perfectly.
Taste my tender wilderness
and let me go all the same.
Or at least imply that I wasn't
meant for what you had to offer me.
Your fears are wildly
unpronounced and open.
I looked down on you the entire time
and
to be completely honest,
didn't buy what you thought of me.
Perhaps I'm jaded.
Perhaps I don't speak the truth.
Is that what you assume to be?
You'll never know
and I never kiss and tell.