i feel cold whenever i think about those moments
and that how he used me whenever he was in for a gain
i understood him very well yet always fell for the trap
the masquerade of happiness failed to hang from his face
the smirk on hos face continues to haunt me
even when i meet him sometimes
i can't look into his eyes and ask him to beg for forgiveness
but i still try my best, with head high i walk past him as if he never existed
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
i feel cold whenever i think about those moments
and that how he used me whenever he was in for a gain
i understood him very well yet always fell for the trap
the masquerade of happiness failed to hang from his face
the smirk on hos face continues to haunt me
even when i meet him sometimes
i can't look into his eyes and ask him to beg for forgiveness
but i still try my best, with head high i walk past him as if he never existed
This poem was written on January 4, 2026; 7:34pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". It is about someone who posses the ability to deceive you with his ability to put on a face of someone who appears trustworthy but is actually an evil nerd with glasses. ******* loser!
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