Lying

You tell me that you love me.
You tell me that I'm beautiful.
You tell me I'm the one you dream about.

Those are lies. 
Every.
Single.
One. 

You avoid me every chance you get.
You ignore me for long periods of time.
You won't meet my gaze anymore. 

You're hiding, making excuses.
Every.
Single.
Day.

But I tell you that I love you,
And you're the one I dream about,
The one I see when I close my eyes. 

And you say I'm lying. 

The End

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