You lied to me, in every possible way.
You told me you loved me, it was a lie.
You said that I mattered the most, a lie.
You said you would never leave me, a lie.
You never told your parents about us, lie.
You said you didn't move on so quick, lie.
You said that we ended to fix you, lie.
You whispered the lies so often to me,
I think we both believed they were real.
I don't know if I can ever believe them,
the words you spoke to me with confidence.
Are those words cracks like the rest,
waiting for something with just enough
to shatter underneath the worst phrase.
The worst lie is the one I actually believed.
I felt that you couldn't have lied for so long,
that maybe you actually wanted all of that.
I thought you loved me, how silly of me.
Such an easy lie for most people to say.
I would be lying if I didn't say I had hoped,
I had hoped that you could've truly loved me.
An utterly dumb move on my part honestly,
to fall in love with the biggest liar of them all.
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Afraid to Speak
Randomthis started as a way to vent. it has now become the words I couldn't say to, or the ones I did say and no one cared enough to listen to.
