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I Lived Your Lie
A Poem
you called me The One out of so many,
and I thought I was your perfect star
who would never burst out of being —
but you were the rain, the downpour,
the storm I shouldn’t have witnessed
before the aftermath swallowed me up —
and I lived your lie every single day,
as if I were no more than a mistake
dressed up in picture-perfect clothing.
forever meant nothing to you, did it,
when every girl was a temporary tattoo
who would keep you company till morning?
you called me your shooting star —
lights, camera, action, baby —
and you were red, red, red
against a midnight sky
scattered with stars
as we kissed
behind the scenes,
away from the limelight,
far from shutterbug swarms.
and tomorrow will be just another
cold-hearted deception
meant just for me.
