Lies. Lies. Lies.

I am a liar. The worst of my kind, the kind of liar who puts on a smile and tells you everything is just peachy whilst on the inside I'm fighting myself just to breathe. You'll ask me if I'm doing okay because I seem a little quiet, I'll be quick to throw back up the facade of happiness and spend the next twenty minutes chattering about utter bs, long enough to be sure you aren't still worrying. While you sleep soundly beside me I'll bite back the hot, salty tears that threaten to wash me out to sea in a wave of melancholy. I'll sleepily kiss you goodbye before work and pretend that I haven't just drifted off myself. The person you love is not the real me, she is a lie. A lie of the sweetest kind yet the worst. The smiles and the laughter, the jokes and the memories you hold so dear and cherish so deeply...lies, lies, lies.