This poem explores the inner conflict between authenticity and illusion. It’s the story of a connection with no real beginning, just scattered endings and emotional detours.
Through short, sharp verses, it portrays the quiet struggle of pretending, the pain of misaligned intentions, and the bittersweet process of letting go.
This is not just a goodbye—it’s a declaration of freedom. A transformation where vulnerability turns into liberation, and masks fall away to reveal the truth underneath.
There shall be two kinds:
The real you today,
The fake me tomorrow,
And simply no past…
So it was…
You were bad as I was kind,
A story with no beginning,
Plenty of endings (yes),
Miles in lives (but),
Eyes like knives.
Now we are a memory,
Distraction without action,
Painting and waving,
Feeling for living,
Was bye and hello.
I am vanishing,
Seemingly,
Vaguely,
Agonizing,
And finally…
LIBERATED.
