I believed you

I believed you when you said you loved me
(even though I knew it wasn’t true)

I believed you when I heard that tinge of hurt - when I was trying to convince you that it’s nothing but lust.
(Even though I knew it to be true)

I believed you, when you suddenly pulled me in an embrace - as if you’re afraid to lose me
(even though I knew you were the one who was keeping it optional)

I believed, when you said you will call me everyday, you miss me so much, your heart is heavy, and am your outlet - I believed you.

I believed, what wasn't true -

I was the thing tucked away in the cupboard - to be taken out as a reassurance when you felt bad. Something you owned as a back up when you needed it the most.
Forgotten otherwise.

Yet, I believed you.