it's nonsense

you

and

i

like fickle

fighting tears

that come in torrents

come in peace, or come in pain

i'd fight you off

but I haven't got the strength

and I haven't got the days

to spend tacitly at your side

your precious, your love

at the cost of my life

it is folderol

and fumes

me

and

you

without a hope/bent by lack of truth

i am sizzling

silently

seizing the moments

of frustration and silverwrappedtokens

lost when we focus

on your grip… and the we could be

…ifs

IT IS deceit

to

let

you

love

me

to allow your hope a hold and burn you out

but i'm saving myself

and i'm sorry your blinded

by an image of what i'm not- that stole my face

and gave

you the impression I was perfect… … …

except I didn't know how to play euker

(well now I do)

and still (i) don't find in you

what you've acclaimed to have found in me

love doesn't follow One-Way-Streets

so allow me to enucleate

for once

and for you

it isn't love

it's nonsense

you

and

i

it's folderol and fiddlesticks

it's white noise and

a

lie.

you

And

i