Numb.

Your lies burn your lips like fire.
Your eyes are blind as they always were.
I feel nothing, nothing as you avoid my gaze
Things are back, the way they were
And I am fine, how I am.
My thoughts hit harder than your actions.
Your words hit the floor like broken glass
And after everything stops.
Things are better than ever
I never broke that glass
And my stained hands show no blood.
It could have been a dream
Something I only imagined
But it's not.
It's just a memory
A sign on the freeway
The one I never read all the way.
I'm like a puppet.
One, two, pull a string.
But for now, I don't feel anything.