When I look into you.
I already knew.

I still look at photos the of you.
Us playing and laughing.
Like nothing could go wrong.

But.
On a sad and dark day already.
I heard about her.

I cried and wished it wasn't true.

I wanted to die.
I cried and cried.
Like a baby with no smile.

When I stop shaking and shivering.
I burned the photos.

Because I already knew.
The pictures of you.
Were never true.