The Truth

Pretending and demanding
These little creatures are
Hoping they have the strong hand
Or at least the ignorance card
To hit the full house
Or at least halfway there
Regardless of the situation
Regardless of who cares
And if its the dance that matters
The two up, one down
The lights become the painkiller
And the dancefloor; a playground
But in the overall
Back, back, after the blue shimmers
He sits and watches
The flirts and glimmers
Of the glitter
She threw on her face
To make her already angelic auora
Angelic in so many ways
And he cringes and clenches
His fingers and stances
His jawline fences
As she flutters around
This imposter and joker
Obnoxious and poser
Hoping the loner
Will lose his ground
And say something wrong
That'll drive her away
And hopefully then
She'll remember the way
Back to the back
Way after the blue
Way after the lights
Way after the hues
And find me sitting there
Not an inch to a side
Holding a cigarette
And
Waiting for her return
But barely wanting it