Poems

Bare

For me it was real; even if it wouldn’t last

for me every moment, every conversation meant something

The silly games you would play that made me smile was real

I meant every word I had shared with you

None, of me was a lie; it was all real

Now, my heart crumbles with the thought of the lies

My breath shakes when I think of all those past times

I pride myself of being my self and now I fear of it

I fear being judge for who I am or rejected because of it

Mostly I fear of being taken advantage of once again

Trust is no longer one of my cards

Trust of people over all has forsaken me

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