Liar’s Lair
/ler/ — noun
1. a place where a wild animal, especially a fierce or dangerous one, lives.
/ˈlī(ə)r/ — noun
1. a person who tells lies.
[For the longest time, I have this… character in my head. In her story, after a certain incident, love is not something that comes naturally anymore. It’s become something she has to try to be able to. And she does, she tries in every relationship thereafter. She tries very hard to keep that easy persona, but that’s just not the case. She has built this lair — a pseudo sanctuary which cages her, and anyone who’d try entering would be treading on a poison field they thought was safe. She thinks she’s not aware, but she is. Deep inside, she knew she couldn’t fall in love with anyone else if her life depended on it, but she keeps believing otherwise. You lie to yourself for so many times, it will start sounding like truth.
This piece was the moment she stopped being in denial. The admittance of lethality she possesses. The acknowledgement of the failures in trying to develop a heart. But then again, is it really her fault if there were signs all along?]
I can tell you mean it when you kiss me slow
But please don’t ask me, the answer’s no
Saunter ‘round the forest, follow the path to haven
Track the lavender sawdust through the Wisteria garden
Careful not to touch, be cautious in consuming
For the beauty of the violet carry venom as it’s blooming
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Be no stranger to the end, destination in sight
Signs of Ivy on the walls, idyllic spectacle in the sunlight
Vines roaming the arch laced with romantic imitation
Sincerity as sinister as a sinner’s promise of salvation
Greet the Lord of the land, picking petals from your presents
Find fresh bouquets discarded at half-eaten banquets
Hands wielding black-out parasols to block out the sun’s warmth
Holding hole-filled umbrellas to seize the cold rainstorms
Long silences in carriage rides, drifting gazes from afar
Pairs of eyes she can’t memorize, whispering wishes so bizarre
Embraces from behind must feel oh so unfamiliar
If she recites a solemn prayer for a palm too peculiar
Kisses with some are kept deep, kisses with most are kept long
For the time that is granted grants the mind to wander off
She paints trysts that never happened, feels the lips she never touched
The price one has to pay for perpetrating a sabotage
So keep the gap, dear Challenger, for antidotes are seasonal
The saboteur exudes poison one might mistake as medicinal
Immunity from love arrows, the only constant is good riddance
‘Cause even thorns covered with blood look like roses in a distance
The “deceiver” does not bear the weight of what was received undeciphered
Yarns were not spun by who they called a “devious liar”
There were warnings from the paths, on the walls, and in my eyes
After all, they should have known.
Lairs are where liars reside.
