"I have fallen in love with you."
How easily those words fall from his lips,
but what is in his heart? Seamlessly
he slips away with no more than a promise
to return, but when? He says, "I'll call you."
But it is never certain when or if he will.
My heart is still--unmoved by him.
His acts belie his words; he is no friend
nor can he ever be. This must end, but how?
For in truth it never did begin.
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