'Twas The Lie That Was Us

'Twas a losing game we played,
As we told each other we'd always be this way,
Fingers laced together, eyes knotted together in unbreakable haze.

'Twas but a picture partially developed,
Us...
We were only a beginning mindless in admiration of the outer appearance, unknowing of the ugliness that you carried in your depths simmering, awaiting the opportune moment to unleash it's tsunami on my blind love.
The picture showed everything in our end, as we faded into the background leaving only streets stained with the shadows of us.

'Twas but a mirage playing on my weaknesses,
You were my weakness, I carried an inability to look into your emerald galleries and deny my body what it so calls...
No was of foreign vocabulary, and stayed to the outskirts of us, refusing wasn't a thought I had ever, as I fed myself to you one piece of flesh, one kiss, one shirt at a time, You felt like you would remain buried in me eternally, but your body released me in the last moans of pleasure.

Twas' hard to watch your eyes grow cold and your smile turn to mock my ignorance as you dressed refusing to meet your eyes with my own.
I never refused you what was asked of me, stunned at how easily you shunned me.
Tears swell in my eyes as I struggle to cover myself with the last rays of dignity I had left.

'Twas that moment he turned to me and says "Nothing to cry about, it was only sex."
Nonchalantly his words burned in there coldness...
The truth 'twas but a razors blade cutting my innocence to face the mirror bleeding my tears to dry.

'Twas not love! I merely a tool within his lie.