The Truth Behind The Lie

She left me and I don't even care

She's finally gone through that door

And I won't see her anymore

Her sweet smell of fuchsia and jasmine still wafts around my room

Her favourite green sequence top is still in the cupboard where I keep the broom

Her cherry lipstick stains are all over my blue sheets

The washing basket she would use daily, now completely reeks

My pictures of us are smashed to bits

As she threw them in a pit of rage

My eyes are stinging from the bitter tears that I'm trying so hard to keep back

It had to end sooner or later

Since it was too good to be true

I'll shrug it off around others so they don't see

But deep down I'm breaking apart as it's killing me.