She lied about the holy ghost. About loving me. That little sparkle in her eyes has been gone for a long time. I heard her laugh in the other room on the phone. The kind of laughter she used to share with me. Her sharp words cut me like shards of ice. There is no warmth in her heart for me anymore. Lies are just glimpses into the truth. We pushed each other to the edge so much, we finally fell. There is no rope strong enough to climb back. Especially when she holds a knife to it at all times...