A Love, Crashed

I still taste the bitter fog clenched in my jaw. my eyes playing ping pong in my face. searching for the tenderness I adored, concealed by deception Didn't think it would be you. to bruise my body, my ego, my love wickedness I never thought you'd do maybe once the tears stop falling I can tighten up & draw in the care I crave being lost in this funhouse...that is my mind won't seem so amusing after all the last thing we both need is to downplay the misdeeds with playful laughs left with nothing, must gain resilience for my future Us, you, are artlessly the past.