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...
