Decietful Wounded

Passively tell me it’s okay,
I just don’t understand.
All I’ve heard is meant to mislead,
Make a liar out of a lover.
An enemy out of a friend.
Begging for forgiveness, tears stream.
Tenderly stroke me back, say its okay
Hide the smile away as you say it hurts.
Watching the breakdown before you,
As I promise to do whatever it takes.
Belief becomes a traitor in this blasphemy.
My disloyalty to trust becomes your mask.
My mistake is the protection you need,
And the downfall to my disguise.

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