The Cut

It was lowdown.
deep;
the cut
underneath the flesh
of hidden talk
the forced smile in front of porcelain teeth
the right eye sleeping
while the left eye watches,
fast like a bullet shot
&
through.
there’s a lack of mercy;
indifference.
you stood
stubborn
tall like a tree
your nose threatening to scrape the sky
you were smooth like the wind
fast.
The talk is smooth
& arrogant
Under the weight of truth
Scattering,
In the presence of light like roaches.
& how do I react?
by feigning indifference

(this disappoints u)

My heart is empty
hollowed out
weakening
at points
where cracks have formed
and you,
in need of a healing?
But love can not be defined in selfish terms
While you bury the truth under the weight of your lies,
I move through faith