Just when I thought I had nowhere to go,
I found you and wrapped myself into a false vow;
Another night, I'm thinking about you,
Clinging on tightly like the morning dew.
The sun will rise soon, the first rays are emerging,
You are too polite to say it but you think I should get going.
I think I wasted all my time,
Dreams? They are, but mine—
Just like my insecurities that I so insistently shared,
Thinking you really cared.
It was just a way for you to cure your boredom, true?
I wish I could leave before you tell me to.
It's kind of hilarious how closed off I used to be,
But you made me open up, saying you loved the real me,
What's more, I believed in your word,
Which felt so foreign and now, to question you, I'm a coward.
Don't blame me for holding onto that hope,
Although you long slipped from my fingers like soap.
It's okay, you were never mine to begin with,
Curated by my brain, it was only a myth;
I won't be able to stop wishing or thinking,
But I will try to stop believing.
It was too good to be true anyhow,
It was too good to be true.
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LIFE IN VERSE
PoetryEverything in this world is sugar-coated. At first glance, we all see only the beauty, the beauty in the lie. But slowly, this sugar melts and that's when the truth hits us. Raw and bitter. Hard to face. We feel like running away. Giving up. But we...
