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