Page 13 - for the brokenhearts,

PEACH, 2021

your heart is wired for impermanence,
didn’t mean to accuse, hence it’s the truth,

cuz I’m done collecting excuses as if it’s my passion.

how could you stare into my eyes,
saying that you love me,

when you knew it’s a deception you create,
how could I have missed it?

guessing I should bear the blame with my propensity,
for being blindsided by your charming exterior,
until the pain in my heart grew in intensity.

#11 deceiving