❝I'm here. I'll never leave you.❞ he said, looking at me. He smiled and pulled me for a hug, propping his chin on the top of my head.
Liar.
Lies
Lies
Lies
❝I'm fine. don't worry about me. ❞ I'd always reply to him.
Liar
Lies
Lies
Lies
❝okay.❞
I know you don't care at all.
because
deep inside
I am never fine,
how many fine
have i faked?
I couldn't even count.
I thought you knew me ㅡ
enough to tell if i am okay.
but you didn't.
you cannot even tell.
what you knew
about me
didn't even reach
the amidst of
what i knew
about you.
like when you said
you'll never leave me
right then i knew.
i questioned myself if
how many heads
has your chin
propped up to?
how many girls
have swoon on your
sweet swearing lies?
how many eyes
have you failed to read?
how many lies
are you going to feed?
how many hearts
are going to bleed?
- he left.
I guess we're both liars when i said it won't hurt because i knew.
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Pandora
Thơ ca🌼 A compilation of my poems and proses and basically just paragraphs i thought of and tell ' you are the fissure; the crack in between, the damage made of two lusting heart's mistake. ㅡ unwanted p. 87 © 2018 xerotonin basically thi...
