How am I at fault, when I was the one to believe
That you were telling the truth.
I believe those lies of you telling me that you love me.
Maybe I believed them just so I can know what it feels like to feel love. Or to be seen. You made me believe that i was the only jewel in the world.
But it was all a lie
A lie
All a lie
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
