Shot down, dead in my tracks.
Bleeding out,
Writhing in pain.
Trying to figure out –
What’s real anymore?
Am I stuck in a nightmare,
One of which I cannot awake from?
A nightmare where one minute you love me,
The next, you never did.
Then I realize this is reality.
Our love was fiction,
Written in the depths of my heart.
This is going to hurt.
Like being stabbed all over my body.
I am in love with a facade,
And the vision in my head
Where you love me like I deserve.
This toxic love has broken me.
I have to say goodbye.

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