You hold hand and say,"let's make peace." But your hands feel like steel and.... your breath is cold.I search your eyes and all I see is shadows,where remorse never resides.You lean over and kiss my cheek,and then you kick my foot, yet you call this....love? You take me for a fool and humiliate me in crowds, then whisper love in dark corners...... you call that love?? You watch me in amusement as I wander off in the dark and come running to me after I have broken my bones and stumbled. ..... Don't hold my hand brother,for this is hypocrisy.Yes,I love you,but I am certainly not stupid nor blind.I choose to walk away than to embrace beauty adorned in lies,deceit and manipulation.I refuse to hold your hand thick with dishonesty.Go your way........as I go mine.