Tamlin

I don't believe you

When you tell me you're sorry.

I don't feel anything

When you say you love me.

There's a reason I always say

It's fine.

There's a reason I don't look at you,

When I say I love you too.

I am trapped here,

In this perfect prison

With no way out.

You were a gentle spring day

After my winter lover left,

And I fell in love

With your calm, peaceful nature.

But now,

The smell of your roses,

Their constant perfection,

Is suffocating.

And as I continue to hear

Those empty words,

More times than I can count,

While you continue the same behaviors,

I find myself constantly looking,

Searching for a way out.

Yet you remain in your garden-

Completely unawares.

And which is worse:

That I am always running from you,

Or that you never notice?