Fake love, fake you
Spending nights on my own,
Figuring out, lies you've shown,
You never treasure everything I gave,
Our love, lead me to the grave.
Love letters full of metaphors,
Calm, but sad memories brought by the seashores,
The pain on my rib cage, scars on my chest,
You lied, yet I gave my very best.
Solving unanswerable mathematical equations,
Playing chess without rules, limits and conditions,
Simply, you just fooled and played all along,
How did I tolerated that for so long?
Our fake love story, had reached its tragic end,
You played with my hands, from break to bend,
There's no such award given to a fool,
But, someday, you'll fall from the same fake pool.
This poem is dedicated to: scrptt
