Smile

You smile.
Oh how you smile.
Behind that smile
Are many things
None are real
All tear me apart
And leave me dry.
Barren.
Empty.
You smile kills me
Until There is nothing left
You have it all.
You took it all
I am left with nothing.
But do not cry for me.
There is nothing worse
Than pity.
At least I can say
I gave it all
Willingly.

 

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