Treat me like a blues traveler and humor me with lies. Sweep away all the ugly truths of our Iives out of my mind like you did with the sheet of discrepancy that was between us. The rawness of our love and reality has clouded our minds into thinking this is normal, rather than our arbitrary life together that defies a natural order. We snugly wear the mask of our relationship that we show the world, yet rip them off of each other's cheeks in the privacy of our home. Little devils of doubt and fear nip at the heels of our home like rapid hounds, but still, we let them rip at our flesh. Once all the adrenaline and hormones wore away we were left with two souls trying to keep each other alive. Instead of a fighting relationship it has become a fight to fight even more. We see love in each other's faces but the faces also reveal the pain we inflict on one another. If I could go back, I would keep the innocence of the discrepancy.