Love poetry

I've set aside pages in my diary
to scribble your name in ink,
engrave my confessions on a blue line,
admit and acknowledge one thing-
I lied

Tactics I've tried have failed
Drunken nights led to humiliation,
getting high never erased the hurt,
burning pictures didn't heal my pain,
and filling voids reminded me of you

I've never been fond of liars,
but I confess I am one
They all believed me when I said
I fell out of love with you,
its far from the truth

There is still a passion inside my soul
that craves for your heart
to stay forever in my heart.
If I confess to you my true feelings,
will it bring you closer to me?

A liar I am and maybe always will be
if telling the truth gets me nowhere with you...