Tasteless

and for a time, we were alive again singing in the rain soaring past the pain of remembering those cold, dark stares that brought to the forefront blades that somehow found their way to splice a throat to no longer speak the truth laughter came easily as the wine flowed and how we bowed once the struggles slipped beyond our grip and once again I began to believe, this could almost be until the demons arrived. creeping around each tortured smile the lies began and I knew, it was over broken ties mismatched lies that never quite fit timelines next to impossible and still you expected me to believe in the face of high improbability you continued with the farce and then, I knew you were nothing more than tasteless ...