Lies That You Are Excellent At. Poem by Augustine Evans Chikuna

What hurts me are your lies,
Lies that you are excellent at.
It kills me inside, how your inner beauty have diminished.
With time you changed, changed for the worst.
Beneath your chest, used to be a pure heart,
Now it is a factory of deception.
Deception that you use as defense for your shameful acts.

What hurts me are the memories.
Memories of how we used to be good together.
They are too good to be true, yet they are not easy to let go of.
If we were this happy, how come we had such a fate?
If it was that real, how come you decided to leave and never to come back?
From all the good memories, all I am left with are questions,
Questions I do not want you to answer, for you will utter only lies.
Lies that you are excellent at.

What hurts me are the plans.
Plans we had for a better future.
For a moment they made me believe
that we were meant to last, oh how it made me feel like we were everlasting.
After all the years of planning, everything felt so real, what could have gone wrong.
Were all the plans lies?
Lies that you are excellent at.

What hurts me is the time.
The time I gave you, which you tossed away.
All the undivided attention was not enough for you.
All the years I spent by your side did not mean a thing to you.
For in the blinking of an eye, you were gone like a cloud of smoke.
I cannot believe that all the time I spent trying to please you was in vain.
During all these years you were telling me lies.
Lies that you are excellent at.

What hurts me are the battles.
The battles I thought we were fighting together.
The scars from the battles are the wounds I bear.
All the effort and hard work, was it in vanity?
All the celebrations over our victories,
Were they lies?
Lies that you are excellent at.

What hurts me the most is the truth.
The truth that I now know, that you will never be mine.
The truth that you keep on lying
The truth that all you say are lies,
Lies that you are excellent at.