Smile spoke niceties embedded underneath the promised truths you once offered me.
I grin and bare it as you grin and lie through a pretty smile while all the while you speak deceits and lies.
It was my own fault, my faulty self needed to be needed, allowing love to become blinding, or maybe all along I saw then decided to decide,
ultimately to turn a blind eye.
In the end was it love, truly?
Or another tortuous path walked on in life's long journey.
Perhaps this was the way I had to take.
A predetermined fate of no escape; to
fill the emptiness I feel within,
even momentarily,
my peace seemed so unfair to me.

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