Being wrapped in arms I thought would never let go.
Smiling at the mere thought of him.
Believing with everything inside myself the words were true.
Allowing the consummation of my life to begin consuming.
Laughing at jokes only we knew about.
Singing along with songs that reminded me of our love.
Then forcing truths where there were lies.
Protecting what I thought I had.
Singing songs that brought me strength.
Confiding in only one person.
Changing who I am to to who I hate.
Crying myself to sleep at night.
Never being able to believe again.