A Little Like Faith

The paranoia
Descends upon my table
And I nearly believe
Everything
I remember
From our last
Conversation
Is a lie

I have heard stories
And wonder
How much is meant
To prompt
A reaction or
Whether I am falling
For some trick
In a lipstick and
Perfect tits magazine

Almost enough to
Keep myself
From laughing at
Behavior
I would find pathetic
On someone
Other than me