The kalopsia has ended.
The words have stopped.
I see you for who you truly are.The fantasies have concluded,
in their place are raw, painful truths.
I'm just happy I'm no longer lied to.Those flaws and imperfections
that I once praised and sung about
suddenly seem so ugly and worthless.Every honey coated word you've said
which I took graciously and gratefully,
have lost their sweetness.The pretty things you tell me
assuring me I'm worth so much,
I don't completely disagree-I'm worth more than this.
I'm worth more than you.
I'm worth more than illusions of grandeur.Anyone who's reading this,
you're worth more than him.
Never put him before you.Never put anyone before you
unless he or she has gave you more
than the sun and the seas and the sky.Never get tricked by false illusions.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoetryWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.