I stopped dreaming of what could be.
Kicked my feet up; I just sit back
as these holes we sink in grow.
Grow deeper, darker and devoid of truth.
Why even bother with the climb out now?
I might fight to drive half a smile,
but only if caught, or maybe advised,
and just to depict a sense of “fine”
for those who need not know
that the smiles we hide behind
are the only uses we have for one another now.
Remember all of the secrets you keep while I slumber beside you, my sweet.
Know that I keep one eye open,
trained on the darkness, that deep, just to see how far you can dig us on your own.
Hoping an avalanche will finally come
and swallow this lie that we live on.