Still running
from last week's shadow.
Still bleeding
from last year's storm.
Every haemorrhage
disguised.
 I trip,
 you blink.
There are voices
in the curtains
that scream
against the light.
 When I scream,
 you smother.
Just another casualty
of the quest for
perfection.
Every flaw is just
another bullet
to you.
 I load,
 you shoot.
I should have seen it coming.
The greedy horizon 
eats the sky
in the battle of words.
  I lie,
  you believe.
Deception is my only weapon.
When will you
accept?
  
  I love
  who you 
  hate.