Lies

On whose fault does it lie,
My darling, my life?
Who stands by your thigh,
The one here, or over there?

Is he the one who is a liar,
My dear, my love?
Or am I being talked on a wire,
Set to trip and fall?

What is the truth here?
How can we be sure of anything?
How can I know what is near,
If you're too afraid to say?

You know I trust you more than he,
He won't be enough to say the truth.
That's your job, to me,
My perfect, my rose.

So please, my heart,
For my slowly crumbling sanity,
Perform your art.