Drop the pretense; neither of us are getting anywhere.

Don't put that smoldering gaze on me, we both know it's not necessary. Quit beating around the bush, there's but no point in it. Playing games is our forte, after all, isn't it?

A relationship built on this foundation of deceit could never last, anyway.

Petty arguments, snark remarks —we find ourselves forgetting and throwing it away.

Tell me darling, isn't that the case?

Sayonara, my love — we always say. Yet, whenever we leave, so poorly convinced, we put pretty lies in its place.

The time we truly mean it, is it today?