liar liar

you scoop me out

like the inside of a cantaloupe

my remains 

linger on your fingers

my aroma sticks to you like honey 

i come after you

like a bee

asking why did you say

you loved me 

when all was a lie

and all i wished for was truth

but then again

you can’t reply

cause sometimes

even a liar

can’t keep up with his lies