Original Work, Poetry

The Performer

I told you that I loved you.

You smiled and kissed me – tried to make me believe that you loved me back. And, oh!

Oh, how I wanted to believe you.

But, your kisses, your touches – they felt empty. And, for the briefest of moments, I wondered.

I wondered about every kiss, about every touch, and if they were meant for her. And, in that moment, I knew a truth.

The truth was that it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter… because you smiled and kissed me.

And, you tried to make me believe that you loved me back.

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