you and i both know this is a trap
and the pit's bottom is not shallow
we'll fall for what will seem like ages
controlled not by marionette strings
but by pre-written script, like players on stages
and when the curtain falls and we depart to the wings
a hand will turn the tear-soaked pages
leaving you unscathed, as per usual
while i die inside
and try my best to hide
my true feelings behind a fragile smile

it was so easy
falling back to our old habits
i dismissed your concerns so breezily
telling myself my heart was like granite
but even granite can crumble
given enough weathering, under pressure insatiate
and can wear away and leave behind
nothing more than a love consigned
to that fate worse than any pain a mortal has known
love unrequited, pain untouched by even methadone
because when the unrequited love was true
the lover knows they will die alone