Pretty Little Liar

I was never sad. I lied.
After all, you gave me
all your pride.

The pity party, that you threw
made me fall
in love
with you.

And when you broke my heart,
I realized
the tables must
be turned—

But if truths be told
I’ll tell you this:

I was never sad. I lied.

I played your heart,
while you wrote
all
my lines.

Then, am I the villainess of
my own story?
Yes.
But only in your pity
of a party—
and I pity you
for this.

I called you a player
but who was I playing?

This game was made for two.
And I, am a pretty little liar.