Wait

Trying to break the pattern of my past,
Authenticity is often questioned,
Former liars, a long shadow cast.
What would I gain from lying?
Pretty much everything
Without much trying.

How could I do that to you?
This world revolves around getting cake
And eating it too.
Maybe you aren’t like the rest,
Of which, you constantly insist
And I consistently put to the test.

But this is what I fear,
Maybe you are better at hiding what you are
And you just tell me what I want to hear.
These thoughts I cannot shake,
For when it’s too good to be true,
It often means it’s fake.
Perhaps it’s presumptive on my part,
To keep seconding guessing
Waiting for a broken heart.