Lies Poem by Chris Newlash

Your lies are a product that I'm not buying.
Realized, I have, of the fiction you're supplying.
My eyes are open, the truth so vivid
Once disguised, because love is liquid.

I might feel grief, I should feel anger,
I'm just amazed I loved a stranger.
Twisted into a game of buying and selling,
Perverted and spurted the words expelling
The truth? Perhaps it never existed
In the story of us, and all we consisted.