Mask

12-16-15

Hours wasted, tear drop stains impossible to remove. All the things I did to myself because I thought it was my fault. The amount of tears that have left my eyes because of you. And to now find out it was all a lie; a cover up for your secret. Did I really deserve to be used and emotionally abused for you to keep your secret? That's all I ever was to you wasn't it? A mask to cover you really are. But you know what that's not even the hardest part, knowing you never cared, or knowing you used me but the brutal reality that the slim chance that we could ever try again has vanished. Never will you hold me the way you did while stroking my hair and telling me how beautiful I was. No more talking about our deepest fears or biggest goals. That's the hardest part. knowing I will never feel the same way I felt when I was with you again.