Strangers Poem by Kitty Marie Lucas

soon we will be strangers,
the beginning of an end.
i will tire of the penchants of
a selfish sort of friend.

and every time i lend you my attention
i find another sign
of all the lies
in your affection.

i've come to expect nothing;
what i got in return
for my best efforts,
so now my efforts become less pure...

i don't know if anything we ever had was real.
i can't believe that love was really what you felt.

so i guess you gave me one thing,
it came from every false word.
if there is contradiction and no proof,
there's a lesson to be learned.