#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone
A beautiful, treacherous,
agonizing mess.
Maybe I didn't try, maybe you told the lies
But somewhere in the middle we fell into a mask
We say 'I love you' but are we fine?-
No one asks.
This bandaid you give me won't help my bleeding gunshot
I gave you roses to ammend-but what a silly thought.
You were only in it for the glittery fame
Here I was thinking you weren't playing a game
But wait-I'm not enough
You...