When I look at you, I seek for the comfort my conflicted heart craves, your eyes nourishing my hunger for love in a matter of seconds.
When I look at you, I see the person who saved me from my deprivation of joy, I held my breath as I drowned in your river of white lies.
When I look at you now, I realise I was just another piece to your collection, I was a part of an unspoken game. A victim of your addicting grasp of feign. You fed my insecurities, you nourished my fears, you helped them grow into something larger than I myself could comprehend.
When I look at you now, I see nothing
