Those three words cut my soul in half.
You know which three, to the girl that wasn’t me.
The intimacy shared by the light of a screen.
And what did you share with me?
A home. A bed. A family.
Dod she know it was all a ploy?
A void being filled for a broken boy.
Or was she a fool, like me?
The things we will ourselves to believe.
Those three words are etched into me,
What I wish I could unsee.
