All I ever needed
was for you to be honest
just once in your life
and not escape into
a new dream.
All I ever heard
was my imaginary misdeeds
and not once an “I”
escaped your mind to
embrace real life.
You repeat the dreams
thinking a new start
will make you real
and remove the fear
of what you are.
Your love died
of the killing word “no”
but little do you see
that you builded
your own fence.
No, it was but a dream
No, you was not honest
No, it is not my no
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