I stare at the world,
My vision blurred by relentless tears,
Struggling to pierce through the fog of my torment.
Their smiles burn bright,
Yet they slice through me like shards of glass,
For their warmth is but a cruel illusion.
By day, they laugh with me,
And by night, they betray me.
No one truly loves me,
Not even I, it seems.
I mistook deceit for affection—
It wasn't love that made me foolish;
It was my own desperate delusion.
Was I blind, or did I simply choose to ignore the truth?
Passion, twisted into hatred,
Not just a harmless white lie,
But a betrayal we can either accept or reject.
Why do we deceive?
Why pretend to care,
To laugh and act like all is well,
While I ache to unveil their true selves?
My heart is a tangled mess,
Haunted by doubts about my own feelings.
I curse myself,
Realizing I clung to this illusion.
Maybe I didn’t want it to end,
Even though I knew it was inevitable.
This isn’t just punishment—
It’s the heavy price I paid for clinging to a cruel falsehood.
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Silent ruins
Puisi"Silent Ruins" is a poignant reflection on lost love, likening a once-vibrant relationship to abandoned, decaying structures. The poem captures the desolate beauty of emotional remnants, where memories linger like echoes in the emptiness. Through it...
