Boxed Love

It's not even anger, only confusion, as to why you felt the need to present to me an illusion.

While we were all hugged up and happy on cloud 9, you were in a completely different world going behind, my back, our love, the bond we're supposed to have,

The truth may hurt yea well that's only half fast.

It heals a little better when they actually tell you, not beat around the bush and on your love and then you.

So you're emotionally pressed, folded, and boxed completely, while he tries to keep his secrets all tucked away neatly.

So you're not upset just confused,little hurt, a little bothered, that a decision that was yours wasn't made by you, but by the same one that tried to box you up in the first place and keep two worlds set apart,

But the only thing they succeeded in was pressing, folding, boxing, bruising, beating, and eventually breaking your heart.

 

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