You are, I am

The lies go back as far as I can remember. You didn't just lie to me; you lied to everyone else around me. You told me that I was smarter than most. You told me that I was special. You told me that I was good at writing, and that I would become a writer someday. Admittedly, you did speak some things into reality, but most of them were lies. At the time I didn't know why you kept lying, but now I understand. I forgive you for lying and expect you to continue lying to everyone. Without your lies I don't think I would love you at all. If you didn't lie that I had what it took to achieve my goals after I failed my classes for the second time, or if you didn't reassure me with your fingers crossed behind your back that "this time I really will succeed," I don't think I could love you. That makes up for every time you convinced me to skip school and ignore my responsibilities. I understand. You lie because you love me and I listen because I love you. After all, who could love themselves when they don't have any aspirations?