i said to you
not all the money in the world
that i would trade
for all my memories of you
i’d wait centuries
write entries
not let you fade
told you i was afraid
that maybe one day
i wouldn’t hear from you
and you disappeared
you’re the puppeteer
played me
caused dismay
it was a masquerade
finally took it off
i saw who you were
closed the book
look at you, all exposed
i finally knew who you were
can i ask if you were scared
that you started to care
or am i assuming
please don’t start fuming
it was an honest thought
i promise
it sat in my conscious
and i wondered why
you were always in the darkness
maybe you didn’t realize
but it was so apparent
sometimes you were transparent
i could see it all
and i just sat and thought
maybe i was wrong
all along
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