There are people who find the the truth boring.
Me, I caught honesty like an addiction to the rarest of drugs. I’ve been frequenting alleyways looking for a fellow junkie since my first night doing lines of sincerity with you in the back corner when we were still strangers. Clear eyes, clean hearts. The crash back into reality, to deceitfulness and calculated smiles nearly killed me.
I’ve been living in the withdrawals.
I like drug metaphors but I don’t know that much about drugs so (cliches). oh well.