My muse

Your words don't match your actions there's something to that that brings attraction.
And you say my hands are artistic but so is manipulation.
The way you get me to forgive you feels like a violation.
Thoughts are heavy but your word holds no weight .
It's the little things like forgetting to call that I hate.
And when you say you love me it's clear you lie.
I believe you just as much as the last guy.
Fear is instilled in me at the thought of losing you, you're unattainable and distant.
You ration your love no matter if I'm persistent.
and when I give up and decide to discard you all together,
I hope it'll be you that'll exhaust all your options to fix the torn that was once tethered.