I love how I always seem to find the lies you tell me more attractive than the truth.
How you knew exactly what to say and how to say it.
I put the fault on myself though, for allowing those childhood lies of love and knights in shining armor, seep into my veins and run through my blood becoming something that I became dependent on.
I never wanted this to happen. I even asked you to stay away, but you didn't.
You thought it would be better to break me then to leave me already broken.
All I asked was for you to leave me be with my foolish dreams believing in something that doesn't exist.
I didn't need you to prove it.