I loathe being around you
I dare not look in your eyes
The words I speak are daggers
They cut through all your lies.

Your words are sheathed in kindness
But your eyes, they do protest
Your heart, it cows no bitterness
But mine knows loneliness.

I hate the way the look is gone from your eyes
But I haven’t forgotten the way you never said goodbye.

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