“You mean nothing to me.”
The words escaped her mouth, her tone giddy
As her eyes sparkled the light of the city
A girl seeking fun
Where there was none
Her motives deformed by courtesy and hesitation
His own tough truth forgotten, lost in adoration
He loved her
For lack of a better word
His love was a mask to conceal his lust
His love was a way to withhold his trust
For he knew
From the moment she kissed him
That she had lost his trust before she ever got it
Which made her subtle rejection all the more anticipated