Disillusionment. Ulises Vargas January 26, 2025 I’m lost. In my mind, your name is embossed. I fear the cost of loneliness, The despair and hopelessness. Into the abyss, I feel less and less. I’m numb, I’m gone. I’m not myself, I’m a hollow shell of a clone. I wish you’d pick up the phone, To hear you one last time. Never were you mine. I lose sleep, inches deep in my pride. Never admitted I was wrong, Instead, I wrote you songs to apologize Every lyric was lies, and you believed it. Sometimes, I believed it too. That I loved you, or had empathy. I used you for myself: To feel something, a tingle. You weren’t different, I was just blind. Blinded by our time together. I allowed hatred to fester, I was trapped and you were my captor. Inevitably, I paid the ransom Of being your punching bag, Of putting myself last. That’s all in the past now. Just a smud...
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