There is a fine line between love and lies

Distinguishable to few, but crossed by more;

True intentions masked under a disguise

Appearing as what you were searching for

Mistaking his obsession for kindness

My sensibility dissipated

Unable to realise my own blindness

I had doubts, but he was vindicated

The doubts grew heavier inside my heart

I felt suddenly claustrophobic; trapped

In freedom I still pulled myself apart

Guilt and regret left me chained and unwrapped

I escaped before I suffocated

Only to be drowned in my own hatred