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During relationship "I'm sorry...
I'm sorry."
You repeat.
As if saying it again
makes it more true.
The line of excuses
which follows
pulls a string with in me.
You know that.
Seeing you
was always a
thrilling experience...
Always thrilling.
Bringing a smile
to a face
usually holding all as suspects.
But it's odd and it hurts
as much as it excites...
It hurts.
They tell me
that you lie
like breathing.
It's that easy for you
they say.
I like to think...
I wished...
I hoped
that they were mistaken.
That I was
one of the few
with which you shared
truth.
I know that
you live another life
with others
drunken
insensitive.
But I thought
it was true
when you kissed me,
when you spoke my name
so affectionatly.
It felt real.
Now, however
comes the cold,
the disaffection,
the laughing at emotions
I thought we once shared,
the cruelty...
Oh the cruelty.
And it appears that
I was the one
who was mistaken.
