I called to say I loathed you 

but not for the pain; of what you've said or what you've done

because I know better 

better than to trust a human-being 

better than to take each shard of glass and pierce it through the fabric of my soul 

do you want to run away, now? 

through a veiled facade, almost grasping the reasons why 

why I could not breathe 

why I could not begin to comprehend 

sweet lies now only make me yearn for a complicated mind