you were beautiful, you liked the way I stared into your eyes – it made you feel different.
You liked the way that I was so brushed up, rough and in need of care. You liked my confidence in the face of facelessness. You liked my patience, you understood me for a while, you knew me for a while, you spoke with me for a while and you liked how I listened to me – you took from me in exchange for something i knew little of.
I liked your honesty, above anything else – you made me feel good, you sold me the world – and in doing so, you lied to us. Sales people are like laywers and marketers – persuading people how something is nothing. Finding the reasons and taking the degrees and magnifying them.
Isreal, my dear – you lied to me.
you sold me a £40 pound tube of face cream.
you did all this to me for me.
isreal, my dear – you lied to me – and I let you.
