The truths I hold...

"I love how I still believe in something that likely ended between us a long time ago. I hold onto the lies you tell with such sincere eyes. I love how I wait for you, yet we seldom meet. I find peace in holding a hand that isn’t even there.

I love how deeply I’ve read your eyes—eyes filled with lies, yet I believe you.

I smile on your birthday, but I keep hoping you'll remember mine, even though I know you won’t.

I love the color of your eyes, your captivating smile, your enchanting words. 

I believe in all the lies, even though I know you won’t believe the truths I hold."