We walk and we lie with monsters they hold our hands caress our cheeks plant kisses on our lips some may even actually care We become so sure of them and so unsure of ourselves that we still hold those hands even after they have bruised us we still long for their touch even when we know they donβt know how to caress anymore we wish for their lips all while they use them to spout hate in our direction now that we know what they are capable of their promise to love us til the end of time is the scariest truth of all