It only hurts when I breathe.
What was I supposed to do?
You made me believe
everything you never said was true.
You told me you hated me.
And that I’m not your type.
It was all a lie.
The truth you told me through cigarette kisses,
pulling me close, sticking your hands in my
back pockets, and biting your lower lip.
Your green oval eyes dance with truth.
You hold romance in the palm of your hand.
(© 2022 AC)