~You and me~

I wanted you to love me, I wanted you to care. I struggle to explain the way I miss your saccrine words that continue, even now to dance in my mind, like a broken record they play; "I love you" "I'm sorry." "It won't happen again..." We are both well aware they're lies and yet we wanted them so desperately to be true, that we played the parts, acting out every scene. You had made it seem so real... but it wasn't, was it? Just another well acted dream, between you and me. (Authors note: A very old poem about my ex, not the best but still not the worst...)