The First Part

explanation kills the art

Catching his curiosity was a ruthless scheme;

I smiled mountains when I felt none at all and I looked into his eyes like I knew how to stare right through him,

And I hoped he would mistake this desperate effort for pure boldness.

I told him I loved him still and avoided his gaze the following day,

Trying to enchant him with a type of ferocity that I did not actually own.

And I walked past him everyday,

Pretending like his memory wasn't killing me quietly,

Like the thought of him couldn't rip me from my sleep.

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[Ed Hart]

us human beings have such a hard time of it