Nicole Johnson

It all became clear.

The very moment the words were uttered.

It was a ruse, a masked tale of two faces.

You love me.

You hate me.

You want to kill me.

Nothing is worse than a battle inside one’s mind.

We’ve loved.

We’ve fought.

We’ve made up.

One single-paled finger pressed into your chest and it surfaces all of our regrets.

We’ve become mere strangers, pawns to this bigoted test.

You’ve failed and your true self revealed.