we cling
to those not good for us.
addicted to their gifts,
their charms,
their love
bombing. all doing their job
in keeping
us high,
loaded on a false sense
of security. a feeling of wellness,
ignoring
the sickness each kiss hides.
the future faking, the little
cards
and mints
upon our pillows, the songs
we both
shared,
the places we went.
all part of the plan to keep us
infected,
keep the fever in tact,
keep
us close by, lost and confused,
our identity frozen
and forgotten in some long
ago time. we excuse, we bend,
we listen and accept the lies,
the betrayals,
the deception,
the golden time will come back
soon, we tell our selves.
this craziness is just
an aberration. a temporary set
back,
but it isn't real, it's all a
mirage, this is the life you've
fallen for,
getting out will be hell,
but you will.
you knew it from the beginning
but ignored the obvious tells.
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