I accuse him. In my attempt to prove he has lied, yet again, it becomes evident that my accusation is unfounded.
My accusation is based on facts. The fact that he is a compulsive liar. The fact that I cannot believe a word that comes out of his mouth- without researching it first. The fact that our friendship has been irreparably maimed by a continuous stream of untruths. The fact that I am angry. The fact that I feel disrespected, betrayed.
I apologize for my erroneous accusation, however, I cannot find it in my heart, to extend the olive branch.
Nothing so simple
as the lily’s promise of
bring forgiveness, when the heart
has been fermented by lies.