Your words hut me like knifes
so sharp to cut me deeper.
Yet, you turn around to change
your mask to
be someone new.
To act like such a loving person.
Then, I start to think
that I truly didn't
know you at all.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
