I m a Liar, But Your Body Was the Truth

A cycle of poems «You Taught My Hands How to Pray on Your Body»

Lips still warm from your last kiss,
Heart still caught in moments like this.
I swore I’d leave, I said I’d change -
But here we are… and here’s the flame.

I paint my reasons bold and bright,
Say it’s just heat, not love or light.
But when you touch me, walls all fall -
And every lie begins to crawl.

I’m a liar, but your body was the truth,
A sacred scripture written on my youth.
No sermon saved me, no prayer pulled me through -
Just your hands and what they made me do.
I deny you with my mouth, then scream your name at night -
I’m a liar, but your body was the truth.

We met in shadows, late December,
You smelled like smoke and sweet surrender.
One drink too much, one look too deep -
And suddenly, I couldn’t sleep.
I told you, “This is just for now,”
But every now became a vow.
Your skin would speak when words were gone,
A language only ours, drawn on.
And though I promised I’d be free,
I stayed for every part of thee.

I blame the dark, I blame the wine,
I blame the stars that dared align.
But when you’re near, the lies all die -
There’s fire in your fingertips, and I can’t hide.

I’m a liar, but your body was the truth,
A sacred scripture written on my youth.
No sermon saved me, no prayer pulled me through -
Just your hands and what they made me do.
I deny you with my mouth, then scream your name at night -
I’m a liar, but your body was the truth.

I walk away each Monday dawn,
With suitcase packed and heart half-gone.
I tell my friends I’ve cut the thread,
But by Friday, I’m back in bed.
You never beg, you don’t demand -
You just unfold me with your hands.
And in the silence, breath to breath,
I know there’s life beyond this death.
But pride’s a prison, cold and tall -
So I return, then hate us both for it all.

Maybe love ain’t words or rings,
Maybe it’s the way your hips still sing
Against mine in the pale moonlight -
An anthem of wrong that feels so right.
I curse your name, I break apart -
But truth lives deeper than the heart.
It lives in pulse, in sweat, in skin -
In where we begin… and where we’ve been.

I’m a liar, but your body was the truth,
The only gospel I have ever knew.
I wear denial like a suit I stole -
But you undress me, piece by soul.
I say “forever” means goodbye tonight -
I’m a liar, but your body was the truth.

So keep me close, but don’t believe a word I say.
My lips betray you every single day.
But if you need to know if I’m still true -
Just touch me once… and feel it through.
I’m a liar.
But your body?
That was proof.