“Have faith,” you told me,
“Have faith in the one who loves you most.”
For the longest time I believed and believed,
Taking your honeyed lies into myself,
And celebrating them, cherishing them,
Like the promises I believed they were.
When really, they weren’t.
You must’ve looked at me,
To believe in you, and trust in you,
I wonder, were you surprised?
That I ate up your lies and deceptions,
None the wiser, completely unaware?
Or did you know that I would believe,
That I would trust, and give you my faith,
My love, my heart and soul?
Because you did this to all the others,
To all the ones who came before me,
And you knew that they believed too.
That they also trusted you,
And also gave to you, their very souls.
For all the ones who came before me,
And were fooled by you too.
For all the lies I’ve heard from you,
For the broken glass you’ve left in my heart.
As I stare up at this blank ceiling,
Not dreaming, not wishing,
But just thinking of you,