"I want to be with you."
"You can trust me."
"I won't hurt you. Ever."
"I tell you everything."
He was right about one thing.
He did tell me everything.
He just never told me that that everything,
Was a hideous lie,
Trapped in his eyes,
And forgotten in mine.
YOU ARE READING
Black and White and Everything Else In Between
PoetryI've learned to glue myself together Whenever I break. But glue expires, A n d s o d o i ;
