Aware That

Your trickery’s flickering
Your flame’s but a sputtering spark
I’m bitterly biding my time
love’s become animosity-animosity to homicide-
You said you felt what you didn’t-
Nothing’s left to hide
Because there’s nothing inside
But the intricacies of a sphere of nails encasing your bruised head
Liberties make it clear that hail is erasing the landmarks and all that you’ve said