When I told you what you didn't want to hear
I looked in your eyes and saw the person you never let out
but I've always suspected was there.
You'll never admit it.
It's part of the make-believe
we've built to live in.
I look across the gulf
and wonder if it is my mistrust of myself
or my validation.
We will go on, you in your world, me in my mind,
always wondering
how this will end
and if I was ever right.
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