Artificial

Faux smiles and cold embraces Your fingers leave no traces Between us is open space empty Hearts leave voids unfilled Stale conversation makes for tasteless nights I can't teach you how to be like me, sweet Like cane stalk on Caribbean plantations My mind thinks of you and your thoughts of me That don't exist in my absence We're cordial at best We're friends with benefits that benefit me no longer The events of the evening are easily forgotten Leave your love tattooed on my soul The ruse we've established to ease our dissatisfaction with solitude Fools the world but not ourselves No spark when we kiss just a bland touching of lips Nothing good can come from a forged companionship