I wake to find my days are night and nothing I believed before is true. My eyes… blinded by painful light, smashing our lovers spell. You can choke on your lies… your sweet goodbyes and “I’ll be with you soon.” There never was a you and I, under a liar’s moon.
- Apprehended Infidelity (deoluadeleyeblogshere.wordpress.com)
- Case Study: Liars and Cowards (expositorium.wordpress.com)
- I Became a Pathological Liar (stylelist.com)