What Wasn'T There Poem by Aimee Rozen

Do you ever question
the sweet words that I would whisper?
Did you wonder if I felt
the way I my eyes suggested?
Those were not feelings
I was speaking
merely words that I would say.
I always assumed your ego
would dismiss any doubt;
was that a safe assumption?
Or do you lay awake in bed sometimes
and question my sincerity?
You really sould set aside that ego
once in a blue moon.
Because that look you saw as love
was only a desire to decieve you
and those words that I would whisper
were never meant as truth.