Just Another

Does he love me?
Is his smile
Hiding ulterior motives?
We are young, foolish, fantastically free.
Yet I still hold on,
Onto the fear, to the anger.
Do I know his faith is true?
His eyes flicker,
Dancing like a mischievous imp
And his desires are hidden.
“I love you,”
But his embrace is shallow,
Words spoken hollow.
Is it just for what I have?
Does he truly love me
Or am I just another?





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