The thing I remember the most,
is what you meant the least.
Did anything ever matter to you?
Was everything you said a lie?
Everything I felt false hope.
Was I a game to be played?
To be conquered, defeated?
I recall all those times we shared,
all the love I thought we made,
all of me, to you I had gave.
Throughout all of it,
your I love you’s kept me strong,
yet made me weak.
But in the end your I love you’s proved fake.
And that painful lie will be the last words,
to my heart, you will ever be allowed to speak.