with my eyes closed tightly,
i lay on my bed,
thinking about the things i know i'll never forget.the man with such caring eyes and honest lips-
the same man who turned out to be one lying person,
hidden by a mask that could conceal all his sinful deeds.yes, that was the man i had met, plenty times.
i fell in love with him-
or i must say 'them' rather,
for they are all the same.
trained liars and great manipulators who didn't bother to truly care for my feelings.i thought they were all different from each other
not until i found out the truth-
looks can be deceiving.
and their god-like faces were their weapon.i got fooled by their fakeness,
angel faces,
as the cycle went on and on.
and it made me wonder,
where is the person i have loved all along?turns out that person is just a fictional character.
one that does not exist in reality,
but can be used as a fake identity.many years had passed and i still haven't forgotten it all.
just seeing lovers everywhere scares me
and makes me not want to fall-
fall in love with the fake identity once more.

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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 , poetry
Poetry𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘, 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬. ━━ To write is to pour one's soul into paper by means of ink. Or in modern cases, by means of a keyboard. Nonetheless, it is through writi...