The senses of Deceit

I know what lies look like
I have seen you dart your eyes to the left,
maybe that was a tell.

I know you lie,
I know every word out of your mouth is a shrine of deceit,
an extra bar to this cage.

I know what lies look like because I have seen you,
I have heard you-
scream at my spirit,
tell me I’m wrong

I know what lies feel like because your hands are in your pockets,
and they remind me of my first crush’ handshake that I promised never to wash off.

I know what lies smell like because I have smelled your sweat,
and it had a sweet tinge to it.

So I close my eyes,
move two yards back,
I don’t want to fall this time…

but your voice cracks,
and I know it’s a lie because lies crack,
and your brain racks,
maybe I’ll believe you if you tell one more.
Maybe I’ll believe you if you try hard enough.

But here I am,
bare;
And there you are,
clothed in robes of deceit.
And I want you, naked as I am.
I want to feel the knives hit my heart hard.