By Anonymous
Date: 30 October 2000
Contempt
I think he's such a liar
such a pretender, why was he so soft and tender?
Why did he make me believe?
Why does it feel so bad? It hurts, it feels like sandpaper on a wound.
He lied.
I didn't realize it until I opened my eyes
Why am I so surprised?
Ache always follows when you give you heart away
When I finally decided to give in, that's when he decided to give up
He was so weak and I was so strong
Why did I let him in?
Why would I be so vulnerable?
He seduced my intellect.
He made me feel.
He made me feel special.
He never should have penetrated my walls.
I know better
but he did.
I let him in.
He made me believe.
I was his addiction
I loved the idea of him
I lived the idea of him
I loved the way he held me
I loved to fall asleep with him after he touched me so gently
I loved to make love to him
I loved the way he adored me
The way he touched me.
His caress was so tender
He loved me for me
at least he made me feel that way
Why must a love so sweet become so sour
He lied.
To me, to my heart, to himself.
He said he wasn't going anywhere
but he did
He said
"you pick the person with the least amount of flaws and you go with it"
He lied.
He thought he could be true.
But, the truth was...he couldn't even be true to himself.
So, why would he be true to me?
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