Ziola whim
The lies he told me
The lies came in like a sweet melody from him to me because I believe him and his actions
His lack of communication, insensitive to everything as to what is going on with us
The excuses of being a ladies man and how he like to put smile on peoples face and how my home is not yet a safe places for him
All this lies I believe because it takes time to trust and to be comfortable with and I hope with time our bond will grow and glow and my present will be a safe and happy places for him
My care was not effective , my words are in form of complains to him and my goofy and sarcasm personally are like harsh insult to him, he see every reason to blame me so he can run back to the hands of his friend with benefits
All his lies were like sweet lullaby because I believe him when he told me he love me and I was like why would a grown up man say he love me when I have never pop the question if he did ?
The lies he told me on how I put little or no effort in our relationship because I don’t sleep over or because I don’t satisfy his sexual desires any time he please
All the gifts I gave and all the time I showed a act of kindness to him it’s bounce back to me with a harsh reality as to why the butterflies I felt in my stomach is a fragment of my imagination of what I expected and desires from our relationship
The lies of how she meant nothing to you and all of a sudden earn your respect and finding yourself say you can do anything for her , and you said anything Even if it means disrespecting and being disloyal to me
The lies on how you promise to change and how your words don’t match your actions , because actions speaks louder than words
The lies of taking to two step forwards and tens steps backward with so much distance lol we are not even in a distance relationship
The lies of disrespect and unfaithfulness and finding an excuse as to why you did it
The lies he told me are the bitter words that I will never forget when I see his face and how he move on without a glance of the our memories or was the memories also the fragments of my imagination too ?