A Brazen Or A Dastard

A Brazen or A Dastard?

Every text you write is a word that buries in mind.
Telling me to believe is a choice of mine to be fooled.
Giving me a ton of lies is an act of me to make it true.
“You are the only one” When Are became plural that meant for choices.

When doubt gives me a reason to find evidence and I still don’t,
I choose to ignore the act you portrayed pushing me away,
“Myself, he needs you in this stage of his life”
Still, walk behind him despite letting you know to get away.

I felt unwanted but still, I let the feeling not to recognize,
I felt betrayed, but still, I convinced myself to go on it will end,
I felt forgotten, but still, I stole the memories that remind me of the worth you are,
I felt useless, but still, I tried to at least find my purpose behind every conversation we’ve created.

You told me “I will not be gone”
When in real you are slowly fading behind those fuzzy routes I am seeing.
The only left for me now is to wonder that is trying to make me differentiate between what is real and what is imagination.

You were there, yes you were, but the You that I knew was gone.
I was there and tried to find you, yes, I did but you tried to push me away.
I started to question myself “why?” What are the wrongs I’ve done?
I started to blame my Ego, “How?” I am not aware of how things suddenly changed.

You’ve fallen out when the time I started to willingly risk everything I foresee.
You’ve faded, when I am ready to show up my butterflies I’d prepared,
You chose to cool down when I haven’t lit up the fire yet to feel the real heat,
You clearly gave up, when I clearly confessed the feelings I’ve been feeling since.

Oh, I got confused;
I don’t know if you are the brazen or a dastard one,
A Brave to make me fall to a person I loved since and broke it into pieces that I don’t know if it even began.

Or;
A Coward to make me learn how to ignite the feeling and suddenly splash it with cold water to suppress.
Well, I guess you are both, a Brazen and a Dastard one at the same time.