Four months after you'd stopped being mine I heard rumors you wanted to be again.
I heard you had been telling my friends "I miss her. She's my everything."
I fell to my knees because I'd been doing so well.
I'd finally stopped rereading our countless texts.
No more vanilla ice cream at 4 am.
And now here I was wondering if what you said was true.
Wondering if I should give a second chance to you.
A second chance to the you claiming I was everything, when earlier,
another you had been so comfortable making me feel like nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Every Lie We Told
PoesíaEvery lie that escaped our lips because our hearts were too busy beating for each other.
