[you/me] lying to me
I put the rights
in all the wrongs
and wrote for you
provocative songs
i gave my words
so tenderly
and gave for you
despicably
i played piano
just for you
a lilting ballad
writ for two
you said you loved me
with poetry
you said you loved, well,
no, not me
and so i stand on
a dark'ning cliff
and keep asking
what if, what if
what if the truths
you fabricated
and all you did--
equivocated--
what if all was
contradiction
my broken heart
naught but fiction