Honesty is Strange

No secrets rest between us two,  

No tales to twist, no lies to skew.  

In stolen time, in quiet nights,  

Truth flickers under dim-lit lights.  

She tells me all—no shame, no guise,  

No need for soft, well-practiced lies.  

Her love for him, her doubts, her schemes,  

Her whispered hopes, her shattered dreams.  

And I, no better, play my role,  

No claim upon her heart or soul.  

Just two thieves in a stolen dance,  

Bound by truth, not by romance.  

For honesty is strange, you see,  

When love is lost in secrecy.  

What’s his stays his, what’s mine stays mine,  

Yet here, no walls, no need to blind.  

A twisted trust, a bond so true,  

She tells me things he never knew.  

For when you steal, when you deceive,  

You trust the one who dares to thieve.