When had the madness faded into resignation
as we painted and repainted our facades to fit the seasons?
that love is a feeling and not actions expressed
and peace could be found through trials of war.
I carved my own signature upon your body
You broke the nails that scratched your skin.
We gave up the claws, but not the defenses
and plastered our faces over wounds and scars.
You dropped promises like stones you walked over
I force-fed questions back into my mouth
We filled the white noise with one-word answers,
Biting our own lips to stop drawing old blood.
When my calls go ignored, the voids fill themselves
The room swims with the memory of you in it.
I throw myself into a sea of replayed conversations
My mind howling at a throat still numb to the pain.
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