I thought that our relationship was real
I told everyone that it was a big deal
Playing games was your thing
Still it does not take away the sting.
You smiled as if you truly cared,
But behind those eyes, the truth was bared.
Promises faded, whispers grew cold,
Our story ended before it was told.
Now I’m learning to stand on my own,
Picking up pieces, no longer alone.
The pain still lingers, but I’ll heal in time,
Your memory fades—no longer mine.
MARYANN BOSAH 