Our Little Truth Poem by Jeronica Alston

You can care less, I know this but I ignore it.
You don't like certain things to happen, but reluctantly, seems like I'm always the one doing them.
Many things that you luv, I do too but we never do them together.
You claim you've moved on, but I'm moving in slow motion.
When were out you act different then wen were alone in seclusion.
Why do you always make it obvious I'm the one who brings this back to life?
I'm just the one not ashamed of what I have I guess....