Smoke and Mirrors

One side of the story is all you will ever have.
The delusional and sordid tale of a ‘woe is me’ life neatly wrapped up in a bundle of prose can never pose as the truth, God knows the truth and that ain’t it,  mi caramelo.
You say you’ve moved past it, moved on – another little white lie because it’s between the lines that I live and breathe, the me you will never quite know.
Somehow the story keeps getting told though and I’m curious as to why.
Eye to eye, side by side, heart to heart and hand in hand will never belong here.
Instead of accepting the world for what it is, you chose to believe your fictionlized beautiful version of it.
Christ, that’s so Hollywood of you, mi caramelo.
But you know what really pisses me off sometimes?
Google.
Because it finally showed me how to move on too.
Unlike you.
Farewell, mi caramelo.