You asked me a question like everyone does, "Tell me about yourself," you said. So I did. I let down my guard, gave you pieces of me, The ones I don't hand to just anybody. You sat with my silence like you truly cared. You held my story like it mattered in your hands. You made me believe somehow you understood. Every little promise sounded crystal clear. Now I replay those conversations, Wondering what was ever real. Looking back now... It all feels insincere. If your feelings changed, you could have said goodbye. It would've hurt... but at least I'd know why. Instead you left me with a thousand questions, And silence filled the spaces where your truth should lie. Insincere... That's the only word I hear. Not because you walked away, But because of everything you said before you disappeared. You asked me to trust you, Then vanished without a sound. A simple goodbye would've hurt less Than never being found. The silence wasn't what broke me... It was learning you were insincere. You talked about tomorrow like you could see us there, Like this was more than passing time. You made ordinary moments feel like something rare, Never letting me think you'd change your mind. I wasn't asking for forever, Just honesty if something changed. Respect isn't staying when love is gone... It's having the courage to explain. Don't borrow someone's heart If you don't intend to care. Don't ask them to be vulnerable Then leave them hanging there. Insincere... That's the echo that remains. Every promise sounds different now, Every memory has changed. You built a bridge with honest words, Then burned it from the other side. You didn't just leave without a goodbye... You took the truth with you that night. The silence wasn't what broke me... It was learning you were insincere. Maybe you were scared. Maybe you didn't know what to say. But silence is still an answer, Even when it's the easier way. I would've understood the truth, Even if it wasn't what I hoped to hear. What I can't understand Is pretending to care... Then disappearing. Insincere... Now I finally see it clear. Words don't mean much When actions disappear. Next time I'll trust consistency, Not only what I hear. Because the sweetest words can hide A heart that's insincere. You asked me to tell you who I was... I did. I just wish You'd had the courage To tell me who you really were.
