why are you looking at them
like that?
you look so pleased,
and calm,
and kind,
happy - almost.

but with me,
with me...
it feels unreal
and eerie
and heavy.

your hands are on my back
and your voice gets lower
it slurs simple sentences
and uses a fraction of your vocabulary
                                                                    "je te veux"
                                                                         "je te veux"
                                                                              "je te veux"
                                                                                    and nothing more
and i hate it
i hate it so much and it hurts me
anytime i hear that language

that beautiful language
tarnished in an instant
because of the way you used it on me