Iniquitous.

A liar you are,

I am curious how you live.

Your conscience infested by filthy fleas,

Parasites on your heart – they leech.

You told me you’re coming back,

But you never did.

A fact, with me it doesn’t sit,

You may never realise what you miss.

It’s okay if you don’t like me,

But for Pete’s sake please don’t lie to me.