Your eyes tell me one thing, your smile another.
I feel the fakeness seeping through your skin.
It rubs me raw and drains my energy in drips.
Slow drips, so I don’t notice until it’s too late.
I’m left weak and gasping, a breath stolen.
You grow large and swollen, puffed up.
On my endless patience and niceness.
I’m dried up and withered, a dying plant.
Once high on the shelf, a prize.
Now descended so low, to fit under your shoe.
Crushed to within an inch of life, desicated.
As you move on to your next victim.
