unconditional doesn't always mean what it is.

I've been lying.
I've been crying.
It's all pretty much the same; we're deceiving
and we're leaving
all yet in one day.

I've only wanted to impress you, only wanted to be the perfect price.
I laughed politely, when you dared to call me nice.

I was stupid, hopeful and naive; I thought I knew everything.
Everyone came to me for advice, I thought I was able to listen to my own.
I thought I was invincible, years of build up.

How wrong I was, how simple my heart collapsed.
Reality struck; struck hard and fast.

You were gone, I alone.
It felt as if my heart were combusting, ready to implode.
Nobody else knew what was going on, or at least so I thought.
I told no one, obviously.
It was just a sign of weakness; something I wasn't allowed to show or risk being exposed with.
I was supposed to be the one who was unbreakable.

But now I'm not.
I'm destroyed.
Perishable.
Distraught.
Uncomfortable.
Alien.
Broken.
And worst of all,
scattered.