the words that flow out of you are they about me.
And if so, were you ever going to tell me the truth
or was I supposed to figure it out on my own.
Did you think I would ever be found out?
Or were you hoping I never read your words you wrote that night, the words that would tear us apart.
The words that made it hard for me to go home that night, knowing you were there, pretending to be happy to see me.
The memories of the days flash back in my head as I try to see the sadness behind the smiles that you awarded me with every time I walked through that door.
The hugs you greeted me with, the kisses, the words you spoke to me
were they all lies too and when did it end for you and when was I to know your plan that it would soon be coming crashing down all around me.
The path I once thought was my end result now is blocked off with the words Impossible, don’t try to fix it for it is too late now.
Time to face the truth and call you out on it and then accept that this journey is over and the next one has just begun.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
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