I’m a perennial liar.
I’m okay.
Yes I am.
And I don’t love you.
Anymore.
Ever since.
Forever.
I don’t care.
About your feelings.
About you.
About us.
It’s your loss.
Not mine.
I’m not hurt.
At all.
When you said you love me.
Then you left.
I wasn’t hurt.
As a matter of fact,
I wear this smile.
Everyday.
To remind you.
I’m okay.
I have shrugged it off.
You’re nothing.
You never were anything.
I knew you’re going to leave.
Anyway.
In one way.
Or another.
And I’m smart.
Smart enough.
To never fall in love.
With you.
Yes.
I’m a perennial liar.

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