in reality
there was no us.
from the beginning i should have seen
i should have felt it in the air
tasted it on my tongue
that you only whispered sweet nothings into my ear
and i believed every letter
every word, every phrase
that spilled like blood from your lips
and into my ear they filled every crevice
of my broken heart.
in reality
you never loved me
you never meant what you said
but in reality
in this painful, surreal reality,
maybe
just maybe
hey, here's a thought:
what if we weren't meant to be after all?
am i too old to believe in fate?
or has it been laughing at me all along?
i write poems for you
bleed words for you
sing nothings for you
and you don't even look my way
who's the fool?
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