With one last tear set in my eye,
frustration griped as I asked “why”,
“Why did I play your game of lies?”
forming daydreams out of mere sighs.
Why did my heart believe and care,
while your heartbeat was never there?
I gave you all I had to bear,
in exchange for your hollow stare?
Why did I choose to always try?
frantically searched for bright sides,
tasted and swallowed every cry,
efforts to please your stubborn pride.
Could it be that I disliked me?
So I made all your “wants” my “needs”,
let you highlight my world and lead,
learned to pretend, simply agreed.
Sundown melts into full moonlight,
a clear warm tug fills me inside,
feeds my spirit concrete insight,
I finally let my soul guide.
At some point our paths may blend,
we may even be pseudo friends,
I know your love does not tie ends,
but firm boundaries never bend.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy