I found your lies
hidden in a box,
prettily packaged.
Now I know
loving you came at a cost.
I sit here and wonder
what will I do
if ever our paths should cross.
The truth is I don't know,
because I feel completely lost.
You told me to be happy.
About what? I wonder,
About everything I've lost?
Of how I was robbed?
I stare at all your lies
in that pretty little box.
I sit here in the floor alone,
cause there's no one left that I trust.
I wish you could see
all the pain that you've caused.
But you'll probably never read this,
and all I will be left with
is this horrid little box.
09/02/19
