The tension so thick,
heavy with anger.
Words that cut like a knife,
can't begin to slice through this suffocating air.
Looking across the room,
my eyes meet your gaze.
The soft green eyes that used to penetrate
straight to my core,
have now become so distant-
frigid with hate.
Desperately I search for something,
anything that will show some sign of warmth within.
This house is so far from home.
You were my world,
my reason for being.
Now I sit alone with you,
nothing left to have or hold.
Slowly this life is turning into an everlasting masquerade,
only hiding the pain on the surface.
Underneath the scars are deep-
unforgiving, refusing to fade.
Unable to pretend any longer,
perfection and honesty dissipates-
leaving me in the company of the comforting embrace of misery.