Lying is in the way you breathe.

Inhale distance,
exhale silence.

I don't think you understand that you could lie without even saying anything.

You exhaled silence.
All that carbon dioxide, I inhaled. All of that silence, I inhaled.
Do you even know that carbon dioxide is poisonous?
You must, because it was full of silence. You had to have known it was eating me alive.
Is that all you ever planned on? The silence?
You thought it was the distance though.
But between the distance, and the silence, you figured I wasn't worth a two hour drive, so you stayed silent.

Did you hold on to me just so you could say you let someone go?
Am I going to be that girl in the stories you tell your friends on "bro nights"?
The one where you tell them all about how needy and clingy I was just to make you feel better about choosing a different girl??
It's not even about the different girl though.
It's all about the "distance", right?
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE DISTANCE.
I'M SORRY I COULDN'T BE CLOSER JUST SO YOU COULD'VE GIVEN ME MORE SILENCE.
Because that's all that you were planning on, right? The silence?
Because I didn't.
I breathed you in, not realizing that it was toxic.

I wanted you to be my best friend.
So I ignored the silence, I gave you a second chance, and I fell harder and faster,
and I don't exactly know when I stopped falling,
or when I hit the bottom,
because I must have at some point.
Maybe I'm floating instead.
I went from falling, to floating, and now I'm hoping I fly from here, and that I fly away from you and your dumb cougars.
I'll trample you.

I'm sick of breathing in your poison.
I'm sick of feeling like I'm not good enough because all I ever got was this distance and this silence.
All you were willing to give me was the distance and silence, when I wanted to give you poetry, and metaphors, and time.
I wanted to give you MY time.
And you stole it.
How DARE you have taken that away from me.

But do you remember when  you asked me to write a poem for you?
Well, this is your poem.
This is for you, and each lying breath.
Inhale distance, exhale silence.
Inhale desperate, exhale douche bag.

Inhale, I'm leaving.
Exhale, don't you dare EVER try to follow me.