The Lies she Tells

The Lies She Tells

Poem

She lies to you.
She only shows you what she wants you to see.

When she looks at you,
she’s lying.

Her eyes tell a story she wants you to believe,
but it isn’t the truth—
she misleads you with a smile.

She’s a diva personified,
a mistress of lies.

And you’re nothing but a gesture in her world,
another fool believing what she tells you.

What you see is a mirage,
and nothing you say will change that.

Her mystery will always live in the lie.

You will never see the truth,
because the truth is boring.

The lie is what’s exciting.
Those eyes continue to mislead.

Billy Joel once wrote,
“The most she will do is throw shadows at you,
but she’s always a woman to me.”

He was enjoying the lie.

That’s all she is:
a mystery wrapped in an enigma,
never telling the truth,
keeping you on the hook
and letting it dig into your very soul

with the lies she tells.

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This piece isn’t about hatred or bitterness.
It’s about illusion—how desire, charm, and performance can feel more convincing than truth.
With time and experience, admiration doesn’t disappear, but belief becomes dangerous.
This poem lives in that space:
where beauty is still seen, but no longer trusted.