Twisted Meaning

A bitter scowl on his lips
he tells me again how sad I am.
Lost in what might have been
I find the demise of my disgrace.

The kindness of delivery,
lost in the echo of words.
Finding truth is blissfully near
this sad, acerbic end.

Drawing deep within myself
finding no erosive ache.
I can breathe free and fine
perceiving only deceit all told.

His purpose eludes my reason
knowing now I need not care.
I have only pity for him
this man within the lie.