Disenchanted
I want to believe,
Believe in the dreams you told me
knowing now that they were lies.
I want to believe the illusions,
Illusions that define me
which made me feel real.
I want to believe those lies,
Lies that have sustained me
making me who I am.
I want to live,
Knowing that it was never a lie
believing, this time, in reality.
...I forgot I was actually good at poetry
...I forgot I was actually good at poetry