From the texture of your palm in which I believed it was smooth when all this time it had been rough.
From the joy in your eyes whenever I'd look and stare at them as if nothing matters when all this time they were dull and filled with anger.
From the sweet words you feed me in my everyday life where I believed every single word only to find out it was nothing but pure lies and empty.
The laughter, the smiles, the giggles, the acts, the affirmation
all of them were nothing but lies that hides from a beautiful face.
But regardless how much I know this much was true,
I couldn't help but to still choose you over and over again,
until I set my sanity free and chose to be blinded
by the beauty you had
on the outside.
