I do believe we are even
Even as we balk about *******
The evidence is screaming
And words do little to camouflage
Disrespect as they implicate
This loss of decency is quiet
Abusing the trusting fool
upon the hearts of good men
Just the tender parts are eaten
So scars build in the empty spaces
Scars taste bitter and so too those men
Come upon the realization
In this type of heated conversation
Where voices raised are laced
Disbelief, comprehension, frustration
Weaving into acceptance and loss
Swearing not to be fooled again
Heart won't last, nothing left...
but it's beating