And everyone is easily seduced by the sugar coating.
The outer layer of deceptiveness, the beautiful cruelty of false hope, the strings so far to reach, but easily binds. Hard. Painfully.
He hurts me in ways that makes me love him more, scratches so deep you couldn’t see the bottom. Just an empty void of nothingness.
But still I try, crawling to struggle and grasp the last shreds of my self-dignity, which is fading just like me.
Maybe there will come a day when I will know better, when the gaunt glass that shields my eyes will fade away, but I am tired of hoping.
I’ll just wait for the next gust of wind that will pass, so I can be taken away as easily as the dead leaf that fell from the highest branch of the strongest tree, and be lost forever.