I don’t know how to get through the dark clouds of autumn that are filled with rain. They drag me into the numbness I use to shut down all the pain of you. The pain coming from the story you told that I now know was a lie.

I repeat my mantra over and over again-You were a lie. You were a lie. A figment of my imagination. A mirage in the desert.

I can live my whole life with you tucked away in the deepest drawer of my heart because what I believe of you isn’t real.