Love Wasn't Real
Held on
like a child
clinging to the string
that dangles from the bottom
of a ballon.
You huffed
and puffed,
like the Big Bad Wolf,
trying to blow away
my only happiness.
Took what you needed
from my dying soul ----
you knew I'd give you the world.
Suspicions arouse,
but still clinging,
believing that all
was pure ----
what'd I expect to happen?
Stray dogs get caught,
cheaters get what they deserve,
so thanks for telling me
the love wasn't real.
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