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70 percent Love, 100 percent Pretend
I gave you all of me,
But you counted only what you liked.
You held my hand,
But never held my heart right.
I poured in 100% love,
You drank just enough to stay,
70% maybe—
But I kept acting like that was okay.
We were photos with filters,
Smiles stitched on pain,
A play that fooled the crowd
But drained us behind the frame.
I pretended this was enough,
Like pretending could turn hollow into whole.
Like silence could save
What had already leaked through the soul.
So here’s my goodbye without rage,
Just a heart that learned too late—
Love shouldn’t feel like guessing
Or shrink to fit someone else’s plate.
Copyright ©
Kobe D. Wleh
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