i only saw in you
what i wished to see,
until i truly opened my eyes
and realized everything
i loved about you was a facade.
when your illusion
crumbled down,
all that was left
of you was rubble,
when to me
you were once a home.
YOU ARE READING
•metamorphism of me• [finished]
Poesíajust a collection of shitty writings from ya girl
fake flowers never die, yet never bloom
i only saw in you
what i wished to see,
until i truly opened my eyes
and realized everything
i loved about you was a facade.
when your illusion
crumbled down,
all that was left
of you was rubble,
when to me
you were once a home.