It's all fake. Every smile I fronted. Every laugh I forced. Every "Thank you" to a compliment. The sickly sweet words may drip from their lips like honey but the sarcastic glint in their eyes show it all.
My eyes pace her words, searching for a note of dishonesty. None of it. None of it. None of it. None of it. It was never once fake. Her words knock the wind out of me. A blow to the gut followed by a tender kiss to my lips and a soft hug.
~ She was the first.
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Poetry from an Everchanging Girl
PoetrySometimes you have to grow apart to grow back together.
