Fake
You painted yourself as a soulmate
and fantasised these dates
I filled your cup with love and appreciation
Yet I was treating my cup irresponsibly
And you caused me to feel nothing but frustration
As you spoke to me impolitely
You played my mind with games
And toyed with my emotions
What were you trying to aim?
I cared about you with selfless devotion
Many nights I dressed to impress you
But you never showed
Along the way you had lost your glow
You made up excuses
And gave me nothing but bruises
I took your blames
And your anger grew in flames
I looked in the mirror
And everything became clearer
You were miming me
And I was nothing more but a show
Martin Elder
Sun 1st Jul 2018 19:47
The last two lines sum it all up nicely. Sadly some people seem to be like that.A great poem Rebecca
Nice one