Deception comes in many forms;
For you and I, it took on the ugly shape
Of a quiet night of shame.
In the midst of your dispassionate apology,
I came to the realization
That I was never enough
To quell your apprehension.
Through the film of your feeble desperation,
I was able to decode
Your nauseating capacity
For spinning such effortless untruths.
Within the deafening silence
That threatens to swallow us whole,
I take an ironic sort of comfort
In the apathy that has settled in between us.
Within the painful tranquility
That your dishonesty has bred,
I have finally understood
That your loyalty extends only as far
As your love for yourself.