because apparently someone did care and i'm going to bed before they actually respond
Charade.
Face distortions and my contortions; feelings blinding and my heart unwinding; accusations, confrontations, paralyzed. Friendly chatter, I've been battered; beaten bad - I'm sad, I'm mad; your beauty is my prison, now all has been forgiven. Words wrapped in malice, laced with foreboding, and me loathing every second. Your breath is cold. Smattering of bruises, another contusion; apologies are whispered, I just want to kiss her; my heartbeat will fit to yours; together forevermore. This time will be different. A degenerated value, a manufactured emotion, ignorance will be your downfall. My empathetic response to your apathy; enough to see this will only deteriorate with time. Corrosion or erosion? This is what's left of us.
