Lying To Your Best Choice? Poem by Delilah Miller

I know when you're lying.
Because blunt weight hits my chest,
I hate you, even if you hate to see me crying,
for throwing me another ball to juggle for you,
not hearing my voice, weary with unrest!

I always know when you're lying.
Because your eyes never linger east or west,
I hate you for your dissapointed sighing,
telling me denials I don't want to hear anymore,
promising this is the last test.

I know how you love lying.
Because you think you are protecting those wounds, still so fresh
I hate you letting me catch you trying,
refusing to be close to a flame that only warms you.
and the girl who understands you best.