granite heart

somewhere between
fistfights
and fucking
we realized that our situation wasnt forever
laughing through lies
and lying about misplaced emotion
we hated the thought of being apart
but being together
kept us confined
trapped
living in a false sense of security
so
like wrist bound by shackles
together we stayed
pretending to be perfect
we covered our handcuffs with diamonds
and called them bracelets
trying to hide the scars with make-up
sex
lies
and
food
we
didnt know how to walk away
we
took advise from fools
trapped in the similar situation
then
stood in glass houses
throwing stones at hearts that were strong enough to be alone
we
sat between
fistfights and fucking
acting as if love flowed
but our hearts were made of stone
covered in mistrust
misuse
and misunderstanding
we
missed being in love
so together
we
just
sat
between fistfights and fucking
holding on to heartache
and tossing stones as big as boulders
hoping to hurt love
the way love
had hurt us
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)