I never loved you…
But I loved a fantasy of you….
The one I painted over the real you to….
Survive…
The painful truth is…
I never knew you….
The real you…
And I kept holding onto the fantasy…
Until my fingers bled with your own blood….
And I lost myself in the lies and day dreams…
Because I never wanted to see…
The darkness underneath….
But it was always there…..
And all the fantasies in the world could never fill the empty spaces….
But I tried to fill them with the tears…
I couldn’t ever make the facade of you love me….
But I tried….and tried….
And the real you….
I never knew….
