False and Pretty faces

I cry, for all that I have lost, in you, as a dear friend.

I cry, not because you are gone, but because, you are not the person I loved.

Your twisted views, and sickening ideas, fill my heart with regret.

Your swift dismissal, and cowardly departure, remind me, who you truly are.

Not a lover, with gentle hands, or sweetened words, that roll off the tongue.

Not a giver, never there to nurture, but there to take all that you can get.

I cry, not because you are gone, but because you were never truly there.

I cry, because I believed in you, and all your false, and pretty faces.

 

-Violet

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