sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!

complexity

seeing your true colors
was like a broken noun

it wasn't a concept,
occur at a specific place,
happen due to a person,
or take up time in space

you were a leech;
sucking the love out of my heart
but now, your inhuman acts are done
being hidden in the dark

seeing the real you wasn't an realization,
more of just a choice i made;
to see beyond my ideal reality
or to accept that i've overstayed

seeing past your fake image was timeless,
it would never be just one event;
your deception was always reoccurring
described clearly as everlasting torment

and seeing you, completely revealed
never occurred in a place;
misery loves to be accompanied
and my mental anguish cannot be erased

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