I once believed in Santa until my inquisitive mind
began to question the holes in the story
maybe I should have questioned the things
I noticed in you – out loud – instead of in my head
maybe I would not be as hurt as I am now
or question whether love will ever come for me
or does only death has my name
A/N: This poem was inspired by dVerse's 5th anniversary celebration prompt for Friday July 22, 2016, in which you had to write about a belief you once had and how it transformed you and your life throughout time. I didn't read the post in time to participate because I have been really busy these last few days, but it did inspire me to do some writing so I could have a post for today.