I don’t need your sympathy, your crocodile tears or tactically rendered remorse
Your woven lies knit of loose details, your poorly conjured fairy tales
I don’t need your empathy, summoned from the deceitful realm of your mind
If your votive is of a malicious motive, I’d rather you never be kind
Contain your sins within your clenched teeth and hide your fallacies from me
Let them die away like an untended flame, lest the sparks of your words maim
What I want is what I need direly; which you anxiously hide from me –
The bright and blue and beautiful truth.
Never lie to me.