You!
You tell me not to shed
any tears over you.
Well, who said I was crying
in the first place?
Your ego is well fed.
Your self-confidence too.
But I was lying
right in your face.
What you made me feel
was never love.
I felt wanted.
That's all I had to know.
Now it's your ordeal
to stand above
being hunted.
Don't put on a show!
I'm not looking back,
if that's what you thought.
Stay away!
I am looking ahead!
That my clothes are black,
well, that's not a fact you brought.
And my eyes are still grey,
not red.
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