How selfish of me
to expect you to be...
Some version of yourself
I created in my head.
How angry I was...
How hurt,
I had become...
Far from
the person
you knew me to be.
In the end,
The betrayal lies
not in your hands...
But in my eyes
For deceiving my promise
to love YOU
For YOU
Not for what
I wished you to be.
About the Creator
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