i feel myself struggling to believe
what you envisioned us sharing
in the future
strangely,
there was never rage
just tears of
realising
how little i must have meant.
am i lying to you now
like you did
with my every show of care and love?
or has my heart
decided to
forgive and forget
regardless of what my mind has been insinuating
ruthless scenes of rejection
to be performed
in a facade that
nothing in those two years ever mattered.