Truth Hurts

Truth Hurts

He told me he loved me

I wondered at times

He told me "You're my Queen,"

I kept silent and thought 'In your dreams...'

And yet I went along with the fantasy -

all in my mind - and his -

telling myself it may be true on some occasions

until time passed and wisdom oozed its way in

It took some more days, weeks and months

before the safe distance came

and the truth revealed itself blatantly

when I said, "You never really loved me."

And without any hesitation

he quickly replied, "Neither did you love me."

It was the 'best' way to end our conversation,

these were the last words spoken; the love died in an instant.

(2nd poem for NaPoWriMo)