How Much Do You Hate Me?

a whisper.
a tear.
and another knife
as lies
smooth as butter
soothing as aloe
poisonous as the viper
trickle from your lips.
a heart cannot mend
under such salves
as your lies provide.
the balm that will heal
my broken love
is a painful
stinging
undiluted truth.
purify my tattered spirit
of the dust
that was
and is
your lies.
but you refuse,
preferring to twist
once again
a knife into my back
with sugared words
that are good to the brain
opiate to the romantic in me
that cannot last.
and i suffer
hurting from the hangover
of the high of your love
while you laugh and go on lying
to me
to you
to the world.
all i needed was a drop of truth.
how much do you hate me?

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