I don’t know the worst part,
Maybe it was pretending to be happy.
To enjoy what’s happening around you.
The betrayal? Or the sight of it happening before my eyes.
Maybe it was pretending to be hard and move on.
Actually… the worst part was probably when happiness met you.
When you feel that joy for 2 seconds.
And then you see
them… together.
And then what was called happiness disappears,
and the realization comes...
that it was all fake.
You were my one mistake…