We step away slowly,
When its all over,
And once again we are lonely.
This is what i am when you pull away the cover,
Scared and twisted and ugly.
There is a method to your lies,
But they hurt less than your honesty,
Am no longer in disguise,
Break through me,
Or stay and love me.
Peya Jakob
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clean-break-2/
