and it was in formless

I play a good victim
a smile, but she’s not joking
tears welled up in the corners of her eyes

tiny shivers of emotions
but they are insincere

I can see it written clearly on your face

You see past it
and you hate me for it

did you know it was in the front of my mind

the look you gave me, an emptiness
smooth like a stone

hurt more than any words ever could

but then
in a moment
the tension is released
pain forgotten

text messages are informal but enough
“Hey how are you”
at 4pm

when I thought about it all day
I bet you did too

did you know am I your captive

I think you are mine

Last updated October 22, 2019