We said them but we didn’t mean them.
I counted the seconds spent false in sentiment,
the mendacity of it all, kept quiet.
The bouncing silence between us
splaying our dishonest embrace
Beneath a blinding light
that hums until it reverberates
in violent echoes
And budding incoherence.

Our fraud emotion plays
on a dash-lined border
Lying, blurred between truth and deceit.
Our forged dejection
for the delight of uncooked hours
Forms fleeting shadows that flit about
Teasing, taunting sincerity
from within the hallowed shells
Of emptied words.

Over and over
Come back one day,
Please. Come back.
Over and over, they ring in apathy, and yet,
My mouth,
It O’s
I promise.

We release a sheath of arms,
We turn our backs
The small of yours sanctions our depart.
But when we don’t return,
We cover petty wounds with sticky
Then rip.
Distend in silent shock.
Until, without a word,
Gone.