Imagination

I hear a voice just behind me, but I’m certain it’s a figment of my imagination. I feel a hand touch my skin, but I’m sure it’s all part of the fallacy. I see your face,  your beautiful face, but I’m certain it’s one of your lies again. I feel like you finally do love me as much as I love you, but I know it’s all a front. What is ever real with you? When can I ever trust you again? 

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