Charade

Your kisses
Fade softly
Like ripples
On water
Your touch it
Relieves me
Although
It is empty
Your love it
Goes through me
All wasted
And evil
Your hate it
Flows thorugh me
And leaves me
Polluted
Your words they
Decieve me
And make me
Believe you
These tears they
Keep falling
Like a cup
Over-flowing
This heart ache
Sticks to me
Knowing
You hate me
Leaving me
Wondering
When will
You leave me
One day this charade has to end
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this poem a while ago. I even entered it in a competition and it won second place. Pretty snazzy. For all of those who have experienced the insincerity of people's words and been hurt by them then this poem is for you, with love xx