You think that pretending to be happy mend the broken hearts.
You think that pretending that you want to be near each other to fill the endless holes.
Please just stop.
I beg of you.
My heart aches.
I see past your lies.
I do not feel like my home is my home anymore.
It is more like a war zone.
I know there is no more happiness. I am no child. I am not naive.
I accept your decision and will not stop it.
I will not pick sides and put words of hate in my mouth.
Just please do not lie to me.
YOU ARE READING
I tried
PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
