I love you.
Ben Dunne.
Don't say it to my face,
unless you use your face.
If you're going to say it,
you may aswell use the nice face.
Not the second face, nor the third.
Not the fourth face, nor the fifth.
Save face, say it to mine,
admit your truth properly,
don't laugh in my face,
with your second face.
Simply talk to me, tell you're fine,
converse your thoughts, sneak a whine.
Face it, I mean mine,
tell you love me! Don't ignore me!
Don't respond with silent, retort barred words.
If you say to your friend, and friend says to me,
that you don't want to argue,
then why don't we argue anyway?
In my face, get out of it,
you're angry I can tell,
but why? What have I done?
Are we through? You won't decide,
treating it as your decision,
but isn't it mine?
Face to face, snivelling sorry,
unacceptable apologies,
tearful grovelling.
I know you don't mean it,
no use to implore.
Talk to me with your real face!
Face the truth,
you're worthless,
polymorphic and fake.
I may be a weaker form than you,
you actor, you liar, you shrew.
At least I face the day to day troubles.
