Opposite of love is not hate

Her words painted a blank canvas of solicitude

Under white skies further lies were hidden

and I could never tell where the past ended nor a future be

Or if deception relinquished so truth could see

She said, "We're all going to die I do believe"

And I knew she was right.  Already dead t'was me

She wanted me to feel her apathy, but to care would be contradictory

So we swam those tepid waters deaf to a consciences

Was it life we avoided or the loss of our dream

A death resembling her lack of faith not only in life or love it seems

but me...