Casual Hurts
It’s casual, you say, a fleeting game,
No strings, no promises, no need for blame.
Yet here I stand, fractured and small,
Feeling everything, feeling it all.
Your eyes hold nothing, no spark, no flame,
And I’m left pretending it feels the same.
I laugh on cue, I play my part,
While silence carves through my aching...
No strings, no promises, no need for blame.
Yet here I stand, fractured and small,
Feeling everything, feeling it all.
Your eyes hold nothing, no spark, no flame,
And I’m left pretending it feels the same.
I laugh on cue, I play my part,
While silence carves through my aching...