Condensed condescension, tight across your face, leaving me out.
Should I have said something else? Should I have lied?
Straight out of mouth, into your disgust; festered and sore.
There was nothing left to keep me, there was no more sympathy to dry my disdain.
Lying lies that nobody buys, eyes clearly distorting a lack of tear.
I took what was left of my plucked heart.
With the distance growth stirs, firing your darkness, harboring your deep seeded emptiness.
Can't pretend to fake it, can't clear my throat of emotionlessness.
I'm sorry, but I will sing your song when you're gone, raise you up to that status of forever.
Licking away your broken pride, your slit ego weeping self praise.
Love isn't the word for it anymore.