Lying Eyes

3:45 am.

He calls. He wants to come over. He has been drinking. He is upset.
He gets to my place. He talks forever. He keeps repeating himself.
He was in an argument, that almost turned into a fight. With someone
he knows. This someone has been tryna hook up with me, but is
married. This someone knows that he comes over. I have been questioned
about him. Like a fuckin police investigation. I refuse to tell his business.
He tells me he can't to this anymore. He tells me that he can't be in a
relationship. He tells me that this is wrong. That he is wrong.
That my heart is too good. That I am too good.
He tells me goodbye.
This will be the last time he comes over.
I don't believe him.
So I look at him. He can't hide behind his eyes.
His lying eyes. They always tell his truth.