I only wanted you,
Your honesty.
Or so I thought.
You knew I would have died by your truths,
I believed in you. Absolutely...
I love you still... Now.
But you were like a shadow slipping deep into a dark void.
You took my belief in what was a solid foundation of what we were meant to be.
I haven't the strength to even try anymore.
I don't know what I could have done.
I suppose I could have wished that you felt your own truths.
Letting the lies pierce your soul with the betrayal of your own doing.
It would be okay with me if your reality became a distorted illusion.
I'm fine with you telling yourself the comforting lies that help you sleep at night, only to find yourself, so miserably,
coming to the conclusion you're
living on the lies you that have been...