I look at you often and really wonder,
What the fuck happened with you?
Like the days we spent sharing laughs and tears meant nothing.
Like the days I wondered where you were were nothing to you.
Though I still tried to make you smile and laugh when you were down, it meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.
So you taught me something very valuable.
Never trust a person too good to be true.
You were fake.
I was all a ruse.
A lie.
And yet I truly believed because my naïveté was greater than my disbelief.
And now look where things left us.
I hate you but I still hold a friendship deep within.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I just want clarity or closure.
I know you don't feel a thing.
And here I thought that I was the one who was lying to you.
Because I was.
I lied to you every single day and just like me, you ate it up.
Gets me thinking who really is the con artist?
You?
Or me?
Maybe we both had our own realities and just tried to manipulate the other's.
Maybe we just had different goals in mind.
I know I lied a lot to you.
I now know you spit nothing but lies throughout every pore of your useless body.
But somehow, I still care.
Am I wrong?
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
