There were holes
in your stories,
inconsistencies
that made your life
sound counterfeit.
You had two worlds~
one where I belonged
and the other was
a fabricated one
where you did not
want me to be a part of.
Which of your
personalities was real?
I will spend the
rest of my days
trying to decipher
between truth and lie.
Did you ever love me?
Or was it a ploy to
keep from feeling like
you’d always be alone?
Did I mean anything to you?
a good and sweet poem from sweet friend j.. love the idea..hope you didnt foget me... really miss your words..and let me tell you book is ready..and soon you will get a copy