Skin Deep

Flesh is only skin deep,
and he watches you weep even though
It shocks him down to his toes;
A revelation he didn't want to see.

Snapped away rubberbands fall
to the ground and you stall for time,
Thinking of the bloodshot lines
you'll use just to hurt him.

His smile reaches his eyes,
and his tongue doesn't lie with ease;
yet that softly spoken degree
of absolute distrust remains.

Hurting you without intention
seems to be his transgression, his one
unfaltering flaw; why you can't succumb
to his supposed truths.

You love him like your own flesh
and blood, but flesh is only skin deep
and he watches and weeps as you cut
away the ties that bind.