After you left

I did the right thing. I played your game. I sobbed my story. I cried your name. And night after night, i held your pictures tight. No matter what I was wrong and you were right. But then something happened, a change occurred. Your absence was not dreaded, it was preferred. And then my tears turned to diamonds that fell down my eyes. And i realized you were are a demon made of lies. The pictures are now ashes on the ground. And you being right? Its a bunch of shit, i found out.