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"Stop. I can't take much more of the Pretending... Creating this Allusion that you and me could ever be..."

Stop. I can't take much more of the 

Pretending. Lying to my face, creating this

Allusion. That you and me could ever be.

Please. Don't try to play dumb.

Because... I've been here before, and I know you kind.

Understand. Every day that you lead me down this crocked road 

where the trees hand low and there are cracks in the concrete is

Never-ending. You create this painful cycle where you lift me up

only to tear me down, whenever you talk to her.

Lies. That's all I hear; that's all I've even known.

You tell me that you need me, then leave, for the girl that you actually love.

Not me.

Why?

Why can't you see what you're doing to me?

Nice guy? in my dreams, because if this were a dream, 

we would be happy and she would be lost on that twisted road that I've been down so many times.

So?

Where does this leave me? 

Lost; Without Love; Without You.

Alone. 

But how do i appear?

Fine.

Author's Note

Reeeeeally have mixed feelings about this poem. tell me what you think

Reviews

[Luke L]

Good stuff I like the conversational nature of this piece.