She said she missed me,
in a voice so soft,
I believed every word,
like it was the truth itself.
She said she cared for me,
said I mattered,
said she would stay long,
and I took it to heart as a promise.
I didn't question, I didn't doubt,
even when her actions were loud
and meant something else,
still I chose her words over my mind.
And then suddenly one day
with a laugh so light,
she broke everything with just two words,
"April Fool", it was all a joke.
Not just the words, but the silence after,
the realisation and the truth I avoided.
I was not just a fool,
I was a willing one.
A fool who loved her without measure,
a madman quietly consumed by her presence.
I saw the signs, I felt distance,
but still trusted what she said,
over what she showed.
Today is not just a date,
it is a reminder, not of her,
but of me of how easily I believed,
how deeply I felt and blindly I became a fool.
A madman, lost in his mad thoughts,
still holding on madly,
to someone shaped in that madness
and even in that madness,
Mad enough to love only her.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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