She doesn’t play for her football team.

She doesn’t go by the name Marie.

Like I said she lied to me.

I was being steered blindly, in a dark never ending tunnel.

Trusting that her hand would guide me through.

But then someone turned on the lights, and I could see…I could see her.

What hurts more, that she lied to me?

That I fell for the lies?

Or that I fell for her?