i never know what you’re thinking because you don’t look at me with feelings,
you speak to me with clever words crafted specifically for this purpose
you know all the right things to say.
i’ve never heard a spontaneous phrase leave those deliberate lips of yours.
i develop a habit of speaking to you in short bursts;
thoughts that are already leaving my mouth before they’re finished.

you’ve been faking it so long even you forgot it was an act.
you’ve forgotten how to smile.