Facade

 

You hide behind you’re patchwork of a thousand ways to shut me out

You’re quick witted, quirky stances just make me want to shout

What is it about me that you fear

You keep your iron clad fort shut, grilled, barred, locked

As for the key, there is no key. Only myth of such rarity

The sands of time chose to keep hidden  

You’re reality a mere façade of decaying infatuation

Feeling restless, all the while tied up, feet, hands, bound

All around, suffocating, chest palpitating, blood rushing to my head

I part my lips and look away

I see you staring across the bay.