Betrayed. How stupid, how idiotically comically to believe
to think it would be different, to think YOU would be different.
HA!
I laugh, full blown belly laugh because I refuse to cry.
Yet. I still do. Among the noise of my laughter hints of pain-filled screams.
Hurt. Once more, what's one more time? what's one more cut? What's one last try?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
It is nothing. It means nothing. It changes nothing. I feel.
Nothing.
So go! and do and explore and find yourself among them.
Find what you want. Find what you need.
it is not me.
Ah! but things are fine.
They're fine.
They're fine.
They're fine.
They. Are. Fine.
Because you say they are, because i say they are, because we pretend they are.
are they? will they? when? how?
I lie now. To you because I'm tired. Because i can't.
I lie to them. We are great. We are wonderful. We are okay.
I lie mostly to me. I'm weak, or am i strong? the line is already too blurred
no, you love me, no, i love you
yes. We lie.
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A refined poetic imagination, Simply Ruby. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.