You were a lie,
and so was the life I had with you.
As if your girlfriend would have never known.
Blind as she was,
it was hidden in plain sight.
I’m not really angry about it anymore,
nor do I really think about you.
I don’t really miss sneaking around with you,
or keeping it all a secret.
I don’t like secrets.
I don’t like the lies you’d tell
The pain you’d cause.
Even with tears rolling down my face,
you wouldn’t stop.
I tried, tried so hard for you.
But for the longest, couldn’t let go.
I thought I needed you,
but I don’t.
Seeing you again,
while influenced,
nearly broke my heart.
I couldn’t understand,
anything I said.
Anything I wanted to say.
You’re so good at leaving,
why not walk out of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem