Blindsided by Dust
Her whispers of "love," a suffocating embrace,
She claimed I was her air, her very space.
Blinded, I clung to a love's sweet charade,
Ignoring whispers, the warnings that frayed.
Smiles, kisses, a tapestry brightly spun,
Purpose bloomed, a battle fought and won.
Deaf to murmurs, blind to crimson signs,
Lost in a dream where forever entwines.
Now dust settles, a truth I can't deny,
The façade crumbles, a love turned a lie.
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