lies that felt like love

you made every lie seem like love, wrapped in soft words and gentle promises, the kind that felt warm enough to silence the quiet doubts in my chest you spoke in truths that never existed, and I… I believed every single one like a fool chasing light in the dark your voice was a lullaby that put my instincts to sleep, while your actions wrote stories I was too afraid to read you made deception feel like safety, like I had finally found a place where I didn’t have to question whether I was enough but love doesn’t make you doubt your own reflection it doesn’t twist your mind until you can’t tell the difference between what’s real and what’s rehearsed I replay your words in silence now, hearing the cracks I once ignored, feeling the weight of every “I promise” that shattered the moment you left and the worst part isn’t that you lied— it’s that you made me trust the lies more than I trusted myself now I gather the broken pieces of me from the places you left them in, learning slowly, painfully, that love should never feel like confusion. you made every lie seem like love… and I made the mistake of calling it home.