Poem #12; Pretentious

Smiles forced.

Laughter is a disturbance.

Hands crossed.

Glances are cold.

People who loved you once,

Don’t care anymore.

Perhaps they pretended;

All this time,

While you showed them your bare heart.

Naked;

Now you are left vulnerable,

Scared of commitment and promises.

Enemies stab you from front,

But friends stab you from behind.

Promises are never kept, I told.

To the fools who believed in giving words.

Perhaps I was the fool.

But I was being fooled, more than once.

©Whiskey&Lemon