The Reality
You said you loved me…. but that was a lie.
I don’t think you know what love really is, so let me tell you.
Love is not leaving someone.
Ever.
Love is building me up, not destroying my world.
Love is meaning every word, not playing me a fool.
You made me strong and brave, but you pulled the rug.
Love is giving on both sides.
Supporting always.
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