We Grew Sur Lies (Alt.)

like my favourite wine
we grew sur lies,
and we grew with time

unlike my favourite wine,
we grew too strong
too woody, too sultry

your ineptitude
at loving your-truemost-self
got us corked

got us trapped in a bottle
of cheap rosé

drunk on your lies
I stayed too long, sur lies
immobilized by your high lies
and my addlepated heart

finally, we evaporated
when your lies expired,
disintegrated without a trace