I love you was the best lie I ever told myself, I wished it would come true one day.
But now here we are, you in your tux and me in the white ball gown, everything I could have ever dreamed of and yet... I still don't love you.
Fast forward 2 years after our wedding, Lexi is turning, getting big, our marriage is falling apart. But we want our little girl to have a normal life so I tell myself again I love you.
Lexi's 8 and another child is on the way, the room is painted and decorated. I wanna give this child everything, but I'm still having trouble with my lies. I'm starting to see through them.
John our little boy brings home his first girlfriend and I see the sparkle in his eye as he looks at her. I wish me and him could look at each other like that.
I'm on my death bed and my last words I chose to say and the ones I should've 63 years ago.
"I love you is a lie"
Then I'm gone. With a bunch of regrets.
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Poems of a not so good girl
PuisiI write when I'm bored and I'm bored all the time.