Maybe

Journal Entry- Part III

Maybe you spoon-fed me lies from the very beginning.

Maybe you played me for a fool.

Maybe that’s all I am.

Maybe you made me lose my self control.

Maybe I had none to begin with.

Maybe I have no self respect.

Maybe I just don’t care.

Maybe I tasted so bittersweet.

But you refused to spit me out, regardless.

Maybe that goes for the both of us.

Maybe we were destined to fall apart.

Maybe one day we will pick up the remains and try again.

Maybe it will actually work.

Maybe there was no “us” in the first place.

Maybe I promised you that I would be there.

Maybe I was lying.

Maybe I don’t believe in forever.

Maybe you were lying too.

Maybe you’ll keep all those pictures of me for later.

Maybe you’ve already deleted them.

Maybe I was just another piece in your game.

Maybe I was the only piece.

Maybe I miss you.

Maybe it’s useless.

Maybe I’m hopeless.

Maybe I’m realistic.

Maybe you spoon-fed me lies until the very end.

Maybe every bit of it was the truth.

Maybe.

Just maybe.