I think of how I used to smile for you offer you more and more until I had nothing else to give. how empty how lost and lonely I always felt and I believed I had enjoyed it How easily I lied to myself and to you in order to make you feel better while I still went through hell. all you can say is that I didn't see how much you cared but really, what was there to see? other than the tears and the pain and the desire the lust for your love the love I could never win even though I laid claim to it. How unfair you were though I am not bitter Because now he makes me smile and it feels genuine and best of all, he smiles back.