I can tell when you lie,
which you very rarely do,
because your eyes go wide as marbles
and your eyebrow go up nearly to your hair
but sometimes they dont
and even then I can tell
when youre telling how wasted you got,
or how much you don’t like him.
I can tell when youre thinking
your mouth goes quiet
and curves occasional quick absentminded smiles
and you nod at annoying sounds
in an effort to look interested
You should know that our conversations
scare the hell out of me
because of how filterless I am
with you
I know that you try hard to love your mother
working to earn love
all your life
I know that pain makes you smile
and you act more high when sober
I know that youre most honest at two in the morning
and you aren’t so much the pathological liar
you believe to be
and I know
you do not give enough credit
to the beautiful person
sewn to your sleeve.