The Liar

She was a liar. She lied through her teeth, her hair, her eyes. The slight twitch near her mouth or the uncertain batting of her eyelid was not noticeable to the world. But he caught her red-handed again and again. She lied the greatest lies through her eyes. And after a point, he wouldn't know if he were watching the woman he loved or a crow planning its next flight. At such times, she had a defiant air about her. Like someone invisible had challenged her to a duel. A duel of lies? At such times, her fingers ran through her hair, again and again. Was it her way of exploring the stories that lay within her? Was it her way of glancing at the choices she had? How many choices did she really have? Her confidence was disarming. The energy around her lies he couldn't fathom. Much like a violent sea that makes a devastating picture. And, in the dusty, uncertain glow of the sky, you still want to test the waters. How far will the sand act companion? That's what you want to find out. And then, just like that, you are drawn in, your last gasp merging with the sky above. Her lies were like that. Crafted to reveal a side she would hide from the world. Her lies were stories he wanted to hear and feared. The web grew at an alarming pace and before he knew, he would be trapped. The mesh was supple, flexible yet powerful. One that reduced him to a wide-eyed puppet. Her lies were magical. Because they would force him to meet the powerless man in him. One where belief and disbelief came together to fool him, to make him lose his way. Like an endless carpet of gold dust, it shrouded his senses. And nothing mattered anymore. 

She was a liar. But not just ANY liar.