I am a good liar.

I tell my mother I did my homework, 

But it sits untouched, 

In the bottom of my bag. 

I tell my father I’m not hungry,

After returning home from a long day. 

I tell my friends I don’t feel well, 

When I really just want to stay at home. 

Most importantly, 

I lie about you. 

They ask how you are, 

I pretend not to know or care. 

I lie,

When I say I don’t miss you. 

I don’t miss your eyes,

And how they glowed when you’d look at me. 

Such as a vow,

That whispered out my name. 

I don’t miss your words, 

When they caressed my ears with a perfect melody. 

The gracious hymn of delicate words, 

Filling me whole.

I don’t miss your touch,

Or your embrace,

Holding me ever so tightly. 

I would give my last dying breath, 

To be held by you one last time. 

Like I said, 

I don’t miss you. 

I am a great liar.