Consuming denial
I feel like a ******
But know there is no silent release
From the pain running a riot around my body
A touch
A smile
A meer recognition
Of what you've done
But no
For you
Running in the opposite direction
Not admitting to the truth
Is far easier
She isn't me
She can't ever be me
So when you turn looking
Don't expect to see me smile
But you know
I don't believe for a minute
That this love affair is over
But then I would have to admit
And a ****** is a ******
Whatever the drug