he always cared about presenting perfect appearances….

but he never cared long enough for my own disappearances…

put me on a shelf only to control every thought and action…

but he wouldn’t even blink when he cut me into a million tiny fractions….

he raised me to believe I only was worth what I could give to him in his selfish ways…

never once did he hesitate and wonder if what he was doing to his family was okay…

but I don’t say this to stay in the past, it’s just an explanation of why I can’t trust anyone’s true intentions….

if acting the part was his ambition…he’d be in the ranks of honorable mention…

everything to him was a game…

so when I think back on his “love” the feeling I’m left with is never the same…

 

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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