You claim to be in love,
but you are not in love with him.
You're in love with what you two
could be.
You're in love with who you
thought he was.
Now you're running around,
letting him play bitter gameswith your heart.
A manipulation so obvious,
a curse you watch be set on you,
you did nothing about it,
maybe you're obsessed with
pain. Maybe you find comfort,
in sadness, because you've felt it
for so long. You've forgotten
what it's like to truly be happy.
You're afraid of foreign concepts.
To you, happiness is foreign.
So this fake love, with its many
flaws, brings you comfort.
It makes you feel less empty.
You deserve more, but this fake
love has made you believe
you're worthless.
If you call this a love story,
it is by far, the saddest love story.
Not even Shakespeare could
write such a tragedy.
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Saving Hope
PoetryFor a moment, I felt free.. I felt, happy. I'm making a new wattpad, book is complete.