Maybe I am pitiful
Maybe I am hateful
But God knows I dont have to search for reasons to be
Maybe you've changed
Maybe that's true
Maybe people have been lying to me
And you're the one telling me the truth
But as long as I have
These memories of you
I'll only see you for what you were
You lied to me
And I guess I just felt betrayed
I dont know who to believe
On one hand
My sources have no reason to lie to me and all I remember from you is the lies
On the other hand
Maybe you're telling the truth
And I took everything the wrong way
But I'll never know
Because this is the final piece of writing I write
That's going to be about you
Because I'm done being angry about the things that I'm hearing
I'll never be able to trust anything you say
You were a liar then
So why should I believe you now?
But of course for some fucking reason
There's always going to be a place deep down inside
Where you have a part in my life.
It's kind of fucked up isn't it?
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The Light
PoetryA book of simple poetic pieces that come from the heart. There isn't much punctuation in this one. Read it the way you feel. Read it like spoken poetry if you'd like. Be aggressive, be sad, cry when you read it. But please, don't feel nothing, becau...
