His thoughts slipped through his words,
yet I pretend I don't understand,
I pretend I haven't heard
those slopes of sweet nothingness,
I pretend his mind didn't caress
my very soul,
and his touch didn't trigger a tear,
I act as if he was not so dear,
but distant and cold instead.
I pretend I haven't seen him going mad,
losing his guts and mind,
no, I pretend he is kind
and his intentions are pure,
I pretend he wouldn't allure
me into something I don't understand
and then draw back, I pretend
to stay on my feet
before he sails away with his fleet.
I pretend that I care,
while standing there,
waiting for him to realize
looking me in the eyes
that while he was losing his way
I've already sailed away.

© Bea_Kiddo