Lips Are Moving

I know a liar by the way

their story shifts like sand

how every truth they try to speak

collapses in their hands.

I know a liar by the flicker

that betrays their careful eyes,

the way their voice grows sweeter

right before the next surprise.

I know a liar by the rhythm

their excuses always choose

how every sentence wobbles

like it’s balancing on truth they lose.

I know a liar by the moment

their mask begins to grooving

because the surest sign they’re lying

is simple: their lips are moving.

I know a liar by the echoes

of the words they twist and bend,

how each confession is a circle

with no start and no end.

So let them talk their tangled talk,

I’m done with proving, done with soothing

I already know the truth they hide…

because their lips are moving