I believed.
I believed you.
I believed you
when you grabbed my hand
and lead me into the sunshine
when we sat and discussed our lives
leading us here, to this moment
I believed you
when your hands gently pulled my face in closer
and our lips pressed against each other
I believed you
when you told me I looked beautiful
the way the sun hit my skin
and made me glow
my hair shine,
and the way my eyes looked golden.
I believed you
and I stopped believing in me.
I believed you
when you told me I’m too much
because I wanted your time
when you said I’m too needy
because I wanted your prescence
when you said I’m too dreamy
because I asked about your future.
I believed you
everyday,
even after you left.
I believed you,
until one day I stopped
and started believing in me.
