Polished Shadows and Borrowed Air

You breathe in names like currency
Trade affection for applause
Every move rehearsed
Every silence on pause

You tilt your head just right
The world forgives on cue
You never lie
You just forget the truth

I watched you weigh sincerity
Like perfume on the wrist
Not too strong
But enough to exist

And you always find a way
To make the fault look holy
You float above the damage
Smelling like mercy

You said you wanted balance
But built your peace
On someone else's ache

You polish shadows till they shine
Wrap intentions in borrowed air
You call it grace
I call it wear

Maybe we all get what we fake
Maybe that's what passes for love these days