Truth, pain, joy, the fallacy of affection.
A replacement to fill the void. Not love, nothing real. A ruse, a way to rebuild a wounded soul.
Flip the coin. All these untrue. But how do they vanish in an instant?
Yet they always do.
Not even my name rolls off your tongue; not baby or lover or friend. Only that of another. I wish I could say this was a first.
Stifling tears and donning my warrior spirit to fight this. I don't do goodbye. A million chances no matter the crime. Silly me.
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