And She told people about it like it was easy.
Like it was easy to fix herself,
like it was easy to forget the pain,
like it was easy to walk away,
like it was easy to be happy again,
like her heart was never broken,
like she wasn’t afraid, like she still isn’t.
She told to people about it like she never trembled
when she saw it all fall apart, slowly, piece by piece,
pieces she had put up together herself.
But It was easy, easy to lie.
Her smile could hide everything.