A Poem
This is a poem that I wrote in a while ago. It has some basis in reality, but most of it is made up as well. It was written in another person’s shoes.
untitled…for now 
she spoke of it as if it had all been a game,
as if they hadn’t really felt anything for each other
as if it had all been fake
like a boy who realizes that his toy just isn’t
all that great as he thought it would be
reality is often deceiving, a hidden truth
in plain view, or a lie incognito as a
truth is I don’t love you was what
she said, what she realized, as she moved
from number 6 to number 7, promises
long forgotten, kisses, hugs gifts all lost
in that void that received it, leaving the
source with mere echoes, reflections of their
feelings that they thought were real
It was like it was a business – if
it didn’t work out, declare bankruptcy
another book closed and on to the next
big idea that was bound to succeed for
sure, at least that was what she thought and hoped
maybe, and that guy would think, it will be
me, I will be the one forever, forever
forever, as if they would last for all of
eternity to infinity, only to be crushed
by the implosion of that eternity, that forever,
to two three, four, five months, years?
She leaves behind in her footsteps, borken
hearts, which shrivel up and die in her cruelty,
lives changed forevermore, as the Raven said,
and never truer did it speak, for
the greatest truths are often the greatest lies as well
there is no fine line I love you.
