White Paint.


Bittersweet

Little lies.

Slowly taking you down

Stained piece

By piece

Until only the drips of white paint remain.

It's a disease

You breathe in

Disbelief clouds sanity

It's better to stay apart.

Is this just a game?

We're dancing in the night

Crossing to your side and mine

And then back to yours

My pain is disguised

By frustration.

Turn the page over

Let's rearrange these words

Relevance is everything.

Your words are turning black

We're poisoned.