She was a liar and he was a thief,
Suspended inside different stages of grief,
When nobody listened despite how she sung,
She learnt to twist truth on the tip of her tongue,
His pockets were laden with diamonds and keys,
So no one would notice the blood on his knees,
They lived worlds apart but one thing they both knew,
“I’m fine” sounds the same even when it’s not true.
-Erin Hanson
