Who ever would’ve guessed
That memories of blissful times
Would yield bitter smiles
Smiles besmirched
With inner pain
Smiles that almost
Aren’t smiles at all

Look at it, this pained expression
Almost a grimace
Are you proud
Of your handiwork?

I stood by you, hoping you would break a leg
Not knowing you had set out
To break me instead
Yet, I should’ve known
I should’ve seen
The blatant cacophony
Beneath your strained assonance

How you cared so much
As not to give a shit
Casting smiles that almost
Weren’t smiles at all
So much for saying ‘us’
You weren’t mine to lose