(no subject)
after so much faked assurances
so many long nights
standing in front of the mirror
perfecting my look of detatched amusement
confidence in a bottle at my fingertips all the while
one simple sentence from you
is enough to rip it all to shreds
you were always able to see through my facade
i guess its not so strange that you still can
even if you dont particularly care to anymore
does it hurt you to see right through me even now
or does it just leave you feeling slightly uncomfortable
like watching a sex scene with your parents sitting on the couch next to you
who do you see when you think of love
do you still picture us, happy, together
or do you see her face now
and only vaugely recall how it was such a very short while ago
when things were so different
so many long nights
standing in front of the mirror
perfecting my look of detatched amusement
confidence in a bottle at my fingertips all the while
one simple sentence from you
is enough to rip it all to shreds
you were always able to see through my facade
i guess its not so strange that you still can
even if you dont particularly care to anymore
does it hurt you to see right through me even now
or does it just leave you feeling slightly uncomfortable
like watching a sex scene with your parents sitting on the couch next to you
who do you see when you think of love
do you still picture us, happy, together
or do you see her face now
and only vaugely recall how it was such a very short while ago
when things were so different