Verisimilitude

Anyone on

The outside

Would think this was real

 

I mean,

Even you seem to forget that

I don’t really love you

At all

 

When we walk

And our hands are

Wound so tight

We’re practically one

And our eyes

Shine in our

Glowing faces

 

They see us and assume

The glow is love

The shine adoration

Rather than the glassy

Blankness of mind

And heart

Which burns us me up

From the inside

Out

 

 

Anyone on the outside

Would think this was real

But this is

Verisimilitude

And you’re nothing to me.