If moving your mouth takes too much energy then telling lies must be exhausting because you can twist your words to make yourself heard but I know that you're lying. Your voice is grating against my ears that try to listen for the truth between your words. But it's too easy to believe you and when have I ever had an easy life anyways? You won't stop, I won't stop, so i'm sure we'll keep going and going around in circles as we destroy anything that we ever had together if we even had anything at all. So spiral out of control because who cares anyway! Who cares... Who cares? Who...
My question poems. So there will be a who, what, where, when, and why poems to follow.