same story

rocksteady rhythm pulsing in my body and yet my heart beats to a different tune. one of deceit and pain and love and hate. oxymoronic antonymous mysteries send spasmic rhythms through my synapses (held together and kept from snapping by your word, which was all i held onto, which is all you forgot and let die.) you lied when you whispered that night, you lied and hid your hypocricy in the broad daylight. never say never when you really mean forever. only say what you mean and never utter that which is bullshit. not in my ear. not in my heart. not in my life, thanks. profuse perspiration brings a drop down my cheek from the corner of my eye. finally a feeling similar to that of crying. i'm scanning the distance, over the heads, i'm spying. watching for that same game and those lame antics. every heartbeat sends me spiraling. every glance and every soft touch sends me into another cavern deep in my mind. sparks of hatred fly. but are oddly perceived as love and, just a little, i die. look, i was right. it's the same ol' story...word for word. cliche per cliche.