You will grow comfortable in hostile silence
I will squirm at the sight of you 

You will never question your annoyance 
I will claw at my skin trying to understand

I lost the chance to love you a long time ago

yet somehow 
I was the last to find out 

The whole body aches when recounting
missed clues or clouded signals

Amazingly you made this all my fault
and amazingly I believe you 

You had all my faith in the palm of your hand 
              This is what you did with it?