Two years tomorrow,
Since the day we first met.
One year, eleven months—
A lifetime of regret.

You spun your web so carefully,
Web with the sharpest blade.
It ripped open the fragile mind,
While you hid yours instead.

I didn’t know your story,
Or the shadows in your past.
I didn’t know the truth of you—
How long could the act last?

But fate has a funny way,
Of tearing down the lies.
One month after you were gone,
The truth fell in my eyes.

A stranger came and handed me,
The pieces of your life.
Your history, your family,
The chaos and the strife.

I saw your youth right in front of my eyes,
Things you tried to hide.
The amoeba you are, the games you play,
The walls you built inside.

I trusted this stranger’s words,
She ripped off your whole life in front of me… who you are I know now.
You never let me see the truth,
You kept it locked afar.

Two years tomorrow,
And I’m left here to wonder—
How could I have trusted a ghost,
Ghost of my past…

How funny it is… I know you now.

I know you now, more than I used to know you a month before.

But now I see the irony,
The twist fate had in store.
The truth you hid so desperately,
Is mine forevermore.

-A Solivagant’s Shoes