You look at me with tear rimmed eyes,
Of desolate truths and well-worn lies.
I don't know what you expect me to say,
In order to make the fragile peace stay.
So that we mend our broken ties.

Help me so I may tell a fraction of what is real,
For the simple purpose of which to heal.
But the lines blur and mesh,
And the tears are raw and fresh.
Bearing the weight of our deal.