I lied.
When I said I hated you and you didn't mean anything to me anymore.
I lied.
When I said I was over you and happy and in love again.
I lied.
When I didn't tell you everything as I should have.
I fucking lied and I shouldn't have because I love you very much and want us to work.
I lied.
Because I thought I needed you survive and I told you that.
I lied.
You don't appreciate me as much as I tell myself and I've finally realized it.
I lied to myself and you all this time, and as sorry as I am to you, I'm even more to myself.

YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poetryi like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii