each smile met with confusion and questions every compliment of mine is weighed scrutinzed blindly in dim reflection for each wears the crooked mask I portray Dumb-***, Loser, Idiot, Try-Hard, ****! these are few among many antonyms of which I cruelly throw and you permit for what? god knows, be this love a phantom? one that is so dear I should love dearly. but as it stands my vice is in my speech each hot dagger cuts our ties severely I am sorry to kindle this love's breach Day One I asked if you would be okay Day One you knew not how fiercely words slay