A liar's whore

I'm a liar's whore.
he tells everyone his lover is pretty.
slaps my ass and smiles.
while he says it again.
and again.
pouring coffee over the newspaper.
with me holding it.
while he reaches above me.
to get a waffle in the morning.
off my plate.
before he pokes me in the hip.
telling me I gained some weigh again.
wobblewobblewobble.
laughing.
I can't laugh with him.
because I don't understand fun, he says.
just seconds before he vanishes again.
going back to his life.
without me.
leaving me with cold waffles and coffee on my newspaper.
and pyamas.
a pain in the hip.
and in my stupid heart.
because I'm a liar's whore.
and I can't bring myself into leaving him.
because so I can claim he's the liar.
and not me for pretending to believe him.