love is not….

manipulations….

fabrications….

but when you grow up this way….

day becomes night….

and night feels like day….

I played it all so well….

but when everything finally fell….

I saw the bitter truth in my own lies…..

she wears the weight of a villain and victim in the way she cries…

love is…

not….

control….

power….

dominance…

blurred lines….

broken promises…

love gives without taking….

I wonder every day of the life I’m making…

lost in the words…

and the actions….

I could have made….

as the past and the cold memories…

slowly fade….

and I thought I wanted perfection….

but there was a brokenness in my own reflection…

real love…

isn’t…

manipulation…

Posted by:Lauren Kim

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

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