Words betray me when they slip from my lips
and into your ears. Somehow you turn the kindest
statement into a insult, the lion to lamb, the rose to thorns.
I cringe when you look my way, feeling your dark,
judging thoughts passively hidden behind your smile.
We're in some need of connection, my friend, yet
if I was to ever say that to your face I'd merely
receive a shrug. You're turning to false idols, my
friend, you who are so devote in your worship.
All I can do is monitor my words and juggle glass.
When I look into your eyes I see the thinnest blue
ice. When I hear your words, it's awkward and broken,
yet you're so eloquent in your speech. I don't know
what to do, other than to put up with your wounded
puppy whimpers and pouts. You started this dance,
and now I must play it out.