It's in your eyes
the lies
the things you tell yourself
when it's too late to go back
you hate this life I've made you live
I know.
We don't have to act out this charade
It's just another distorted play
Heart candy for the freaks in dark cafes
they'll watch us slaughter one another
in the name of love, of course
they'll cry fake tears
-and so will we-
and when they go home,
cigarettes held primly to their lips
we'll be an amusing discussion
over coffee and mint-julip cloves.
They'll say, casually,
"Oh, it was always in his eyes."
Please don't dirty this with more lies.