Are you still debating whether you like what you see?
I can’t say that I blame you.
Cracks from plunged bloody fists hide distorted lines under your eyes.
I see no innocence in your blank stare.
You still pretend it’s there.
A liar I used to see.
A cheater used to be me.
Now all I see is you through a shadow of the person I used to be.
(© 2022 AC)