You hid yourself from me Details were unknown... Except the obvious details everyone knows your job where you live what you listen to
I was supposed to be the one you wanted to share with.
You tricked me into believing that you wanted me involved in your life.
I hear others talk about you and I feel like I NEVER knew you.
The person I knew was gentle he was patient understanding sensitive and genuinely cared, shy and reserved and the right amount of fun
I hear the things you have to say They don't sound like you at all. So I fight.
Angry words you will never hear from me Just from those who listened
It fits. You were too busy to talk face to face
I can no longer be in love with someone who isn't real
You showed me something other than yourself A ghost is who I fell in love with.
I can no longer tend to a broken heart caused by fake realities I can no longer cry for those who never existed
I can cry for the pain of trickery, for being so blind but not for a ghost. Not anymore.
(written 2012) I wrote this after a breakup like most sappy poets do. At the time I was in a battle between what my heart felt and what my mind thought. Everything was roses and sunshine until the breakup ( like most) This was my way of dealing with all of the confused pain.