You said, "Forever,"
And I said it back.
I'm wondering if you truly care.
My heart feels severed.
Myself, I must attack.
Was it just some twisted dare?
* * *
You said, "I love you."
It seems as if it was a facade,
Meant to make me happy.
I said, "I love you too,"
Not realizing my feelings are flawed.
So now I feel very crappy.
* * *
You said, "I'll always be there for you."
Where were you when I wanted to die?
Would you care if I was gone?
I'm feeling really blue.
Why even try?
I guess our love is foregone.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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