BRoken WOrd

Mascarade

You don't dress for me anymore
My taste is no longer considered when you dress
My look of approval isn't sought after
You have other eyes you want to impress
I am only here out of pity
You no longer share your sheets with me
You rather spends your nights on the couch
Unraveling your heart from mine
I'm stuck on whether I should love you or save myself
Your niceties have sour, you speak with me with language fouler then curled milk
I seek you out at night, the shadow of the man is all i find
Have my mistake put hate in your heart?
Do I disgust you so much that your ready to be rid of me?
Why do I stay? Clinging on to a feeling that may never come again. Hoping that your eyes will fill with affection for me again. A kiss after sex won't be obligatory but something anticipated.
Am i so damaged that I rather stay with a familiar pain than try to find a love sweeter than honey, one that will sooth all the trauma this heart has endured
I feel lifeless, painting on emotions suitable for the world as not to frighten them with my true face
Abriyah is a facade
Nothing more than the mask I choose to show you