I've probably lied to you so many times,
I'm ashamed of myself.

When we talked and I said " I love you"...
I didn't mean it. When I said "Sleep well"...
I didn't mant it,

 .either.

Because you caugth me off guard, with my heart open,
shredded to pieces and bloody.
And when I said " I think of you"
I didn't meant it
. I was thinking of him,

touching my heart, kissing my lips,

emptying me out like a bowl..
.
throwing my feelings, my life, on to the ground.

Breaking my thougths with pleasure. Pleasure you didn't know.
Things you didn't realized.

I've probably lied to you so many times, I can't count them all,
not with my fingers, or yours.


They are not enough.



And now I'm ashamed, because of all the things I've said...
only one is the thruth.

Only one.







[I love you more than I'll ever realize I do, until you're gone far away...


and I start missing you]

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