Lie to me

She lied about the lover whose touch set her heart afire.

She lied about the horse she never rode into the setting sun.

She lied about the beach house where she discovered her passion for another woman's kiss.

She lied about Milan in the Summer of 2012.

She lied about the half sister she never she had until she needed the transplant.

Her lies make my heart swell and tear it apart, and why not?

It's what she does; she's good at it.

She's a well-practiced liar.

She is an author of fine fiction, and I love every word of it!