The Theory of Deception

Mon, 12/04/2017 - 15:13 -- Beena

At my worst I met a woman who made me my best.

I didn’t stab her in the back; instead I looked her in the eyes and put the blade in her chest.

 

I’ve never lied, but I have failed to tell the truth.

This poem is about: 
Me

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