I keep thinking about everything, and honestly, it hurts more than I expected. At one point, you made me feel loved and chosen. And now, the silence, the way you avoid answering me, and how easily you pushed me away—it’s confusing and painful.
Sometimes I even feel like if loving me was a lie, I’d rather believe that version right now, because at least it felt real and it didn’t hurt like this. But I know I can’t stay in something unclear. I deserve honesty, effort, and to feel like I matter too.
If you don’t want this anymore, just be real with me. I’d rather be hurt by the truth than kept in this silence. and ohh btw, imissyouu.
ermm..
If loving me was a lie,
then maybe
I would rather stay in it a little longer.
Because the lie
was gentle—
it held me,
it felt like home.
And the truth?
The truth is sharp.
It sounds like silence,
like cancelled plans,
like unanswered questions
that echo louder than words.
If it was all pretend,
then at least in that moment,
I was chosen.
And right now
that memory of a lie
hurts less
than the reality
of being unsure
if I ever was...
so. ermm..
If loving me was a lie,
then maybe I prefer the lie.
Because at least in that version,
you chose me—..
without hesitation,
without silence,
without making me feel
like I was too much.
The truth you’re giving me now
hurts more
than any lie ever could :'(
