Even worse. Much, much, worse. Promises are broken, lies told as if you can sleep at night. Maybe you can. Maybe your conscience has already scuttled to the dark corner of your heart.
A shared dream, taken. It isn't our dream anymore- just yours. Yours, and yours only. Credit taken. Betrayal. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal. The words taste bitter on my tongue, rolling off quietly, slowly burning me. My eyes sting.
Can you see the tears? Or is it only me? Do you see my heart crying, grasping on to the last wisp of hope. But no. Yours. It's all yours now. No more.