My thoughts were only of you, blinded by your sun

but your thoughts of me I am finding none

Your secrets exposed like sharp stones washed by rain

I fall at the sight, cut, bleeding, and in pain

Clouds cover the skies, rain pulls at your eyes

But nothing hurts more than memories turned lies

Authors Note: the title of this 3 stanza couplet poem is inspired by the quote “Once you lie to me, every truth you ever told me holds less value. How am I to distinguish black from white when you have painted everything grey?” -Unknown