Choosing Our Battles

I was not asking you to back away from a fight, 

I was asking you to pick one that is more important.

The Spinner of Yarns

His professed love is a veiled threat, 

that strangles till she's blind. 

Every truth that he hides to save his pride, 

is embedded in her mind. 

His crystal eyes, express fluid lies 

he is intoxicated by the past 

Not the first time he has crossed the line 

and maybe not the last.