A Liar's Heart

Has anyone ever broken a promise they made to you? Has anyone ever said something to you but proved otherwise? Has someone told you something that never really had meaning or truth in them?

We all know how it feels when we feel that someone lied and made a fool out of us. Sometimes, it doesn't happen once, but twice, maybe even thrice, or more. But how come, no matter how small, we tend to lie to get things in our favor?

Be it to obtain something tangible, to be in a place out of our bounds, to remove us from a demeaning or demanding situation, or pretty much everything that works to our liking, we lie.

But what worse way to lie to someone than to tell of feelings of love and belonging, only to leave them hanging and broken, strewn on the floor. To sing, tell, or write of love, love that was only present in order to receive, but never there when they had their fill.

You feel used, like a toy or a dishrag. Anything that one usually throws away after use.

REPLACEABLE, DISPENSABLE, TEMPORARY.

You start to realize how unimportant you are to the person who lied to you, knowing that he or she will only be there if ever he or she needs anything you have to offer. But once he or she is done, it's bridges a-burnin'!! As if you're an insignificant, minuscule partition of his or her lifetime.

A truly depressing feeling to have, but something a lot of us have been oriented to, first-hand or not.

But my question is:

WHY DO WE STILL DO IT, EVEN IF WE KNOW THAT WE'LL EVENTUALLY BE HURTING SOMEONE?

Tell me why...YOU HAVE A LIAR'S HEART?