Laquered Tears

I wanted so much to believe in the safety of us for all time, the safety that was me and you. late night discussions round table deliberations glasses, then bottles of wine and more, never fear I told myself you were my trusted compadre and it almost seemed right the words were correct yet, there was something about those actions that screamed something else and ran, with the truth of whatever was hiding inside your not so subtle manipulation, whispering about leftovers on some other watch the disconnects, I discounted pushed them aside told myself, there was no reason that you of all people were nothing more than a clever collusion. holding out the illusion of a caring disposition months and years passed something amiss, I kept trying to reason trying to guess the truth is you were never real, not in the way real friends are. for all time how did I miss that why do I care? I kept wanting to believe you were so much more than, laquered tears ...