It's the hardest thing to give your beliefs away;
to rip them from beneath your facade.
In the tiny crack of a stranger's smile... you fell.
Its span let you pass while it held me at my waist to only writhe against it.
What brought us here to this ugly season of poisoned words and frigid abandon?
You gave yourself away like the spare change you toss to the bums.
You made yourself a void, begging to be filled by anything...
anything that wasn't me.
Familiar was ugly. It reeked with the stench of common yesterdays.
It was weak and undesirable.
I'd never have believed you'd be one of the painful pages.
What beast lurked within you, pressing to get out?
What  kisses so sweet;  touch so warm?
Did your body scream at you to feel me
What made you hate what we had become?
I'll never know.
My tears are ugly.
They reek with the stench of common yesterdays.
They are weak and undesirable.