really, truly

I hear his words-
I feel his lies.
They spill down my throat
like the wine in my glass.
Crimson and bitter,
they leave my head dizzy-
ultimately, sick.

I love him.
In sober moments,
I really, truly do.
I don’t hate him.
But, I do.
The more I drink his lies,
I really, truly do.

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    A poem about feeling conflicted in how one feels about the person they are with.