Plasticity.

These letters depict my pain,
Wrote in red, could I just type it our,
Edit it a bit, A mask of tears all over.
Post it to you, would it matter?
It was over before long ago,
Before I learned the defination of life.
Its a race, between your ego and my plasticity.
The way you deform me with the way you say,
The way you constant jibe your attacks on my wounds,
Pouring fire on my misery,
Loving each moment of it,
It was over for me, finished.
Before I realised you were a beautiful lie,
The time I sat next to the warm waves,
The cold wind and the starry night.
I thought somehow, someday, you'd do the same.
Somehow, somewhere along the lines,
Somewhere maybe between the lines,
You could spot a fake smile.
And I'm stuck here waiting,
For the green light on my confession,
To remembering a moment forever,
Or regretting.
Either way, You changed me,
The way I think,
Like an animal I've tried running,
Away from this cage of misery,
In this state of plasticity,
You deform me.