Your hand
My hand
Our fingers, interwined
Your smile
My mask
Our lies, unknown
Your words
My tears
Our battles, unheard
Your happiness
My depression
Our joy, a delusion
I'm happy
I'm smiling
I'm lying
I'm taking
This broken body, unable
I'm lying,
You're lying
I'm crying,
You're yelling
I'm depressed,
You're stressed
The words from you, toxic sludge
I'm armed
You're scared
I'm breaking
You're mocking
My gun, cocked and ready
Your eyes
My eyes
Our gazes, meeting
Your fear
My fear
You're bleeding
I'm free.
Our love, finally dead.
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