“A truth that’s told with bad intent\ Beats all the lies you can invent” (W Blake, Auguries of Innocence, line 53).
“Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself” (Wittgenstein, Culture and Value).
I won’t get drunk with you.
Love of the promises.
You don’t want me, you only want.
Love of the glances.
You have no reason to love me.
Love of the moonlight.
Only I can make myself be happy.
Love of false promises.