You said you loved me.
That you'd never leave. You'd always, always be here.
And I told you I don't like liars.
You said you were no liar, that what you said was pure truth.
I believed you, but now I realize that's exactly what a liar would say.
I now know what to look for in a liar next time, thank you for that.
That might be the only good thing I got from you.
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Tales of a sunflower
PoetryPoetry that dives into happiness, self discovery, self loathing, anger, sadness and everything in between. Cover photo not mine.
