I wrote this, from what I call observational (people watching) poetry, while sitting in a coffee shop.

On the table next to me a lady was updating her friend on the current status of her relationship.

Their conversation reminded me of an old Russian proverb. I'd rather be slapped with the truth, than kissed with a lie.

With less and less affection

It can only move in one direction

Every time she cries

A little more trust dies

Outwardly not much shows

But inside she already knows

Ignorance isn’t bliss

When sealing lies with a kiss