Broken dreams 2

If seeing is believing,

I wish I were blind.

The lies you told,

The things you faked...

I take a step back,

I take a deep breath.

I take myself behind closed doors,

And try to not look back.

I think I'm finally happy.

I can force a smile,

But I can't prevent a grimace,

When I look your way.

I wish I could say,

I do not see.

I wish I could say,

I do not believe.

You were there,

And now you're gone.

You are blind.

I can now say,

I hate you.

The End

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