When I cry,
there's no sound,
just salted dampness,
a film to protect me
from your lies and indifference.

When I smile,
there's no joy,
just curved resignation,
a mask to hide
the dampness of my tears.

I watch you,
dumbly and in pain,
while you incise
yet another mark on my
quivering heart.

I stand passive,
in fascination
at how much hurt this can be,
and how a fool like you
is making a fool of me.