Here we go playing these games of pretend again,
living out verses of the Cardigans,
"Love me, love me, pretend that you love me."
But these games of pretend,
they only seemed to work when I thought you even had the capacity to be genuine.
Words that I sat vigil for over a thousand nights,
find my ear through hushed whispers from underneath a back room's dim lights.
I will my heart to shatter like glass into a million tiny pieces,
or hot tears to flow down my cheeks with the urgency of a river a dam releases.
Nothing.
I often find myself looking deep into your eyes,
searching, for what, I'm not sure, any reason to believe your lies?
When we are in love's embrace, I dutifully avoid your gaze
lest I sink deeper into this lovedrunk haze.
To Be Continued
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