Fleeting,
fleeing,
fail-proof.
You touch me.
I touch you.
This moment is beautiful until we're all through.

Sweet,
soft,
sincere.
You love me.
I love you.
This relationship we have is pure until your affair shines through.

Angry,
acidic,
apathetic.
You watch me leave.
I watch you stay.
This break up didn't seem so real until that scheming bitch got her way.

Dead,
dormant,
distant.
You're happy.
I'm not sure.
This emptiness I feel will always endure.