Crocodile Tear Conversation

I must monitor my words, or they betray my true reaction, Of your crocodile tear conversations. Where your emotions, so vagarious, toss us along the white water rapids, of your thoughts. Eventually we reach the crux. Where I must now deal with your anger, that has been distilled over the years, to its raw essence. It rots my gut. As easily as turning a page in a book, tactics are changed. Now, all your emotions liquify, escaping from your still deluded eyes. They puddle at my feet, to reflect back to me, my weariness with the game.