Thrown Stones and Silver Lies

Idle thoughts wreak havoc on a cracked plexiglass heart,

Prey on the bygone ideals of numerical order of lustful priorities.

Second thought, Second place, Secondary standards.

Counting down until that house of second hand cards falls due to my final breath.

Liars never make for good allies,

Silver Fox made for a brief intermission,

Heart not made of glass but rather a plexiglass and feelings made of stone.

Humor her by telling the truth,

Cast that stone but beware of the backlash of a simple lie...

The only time you cross my mind is when someone mentions your name,

Only then does my heart beat faster and my breathing become rapid, not because of attraction but from unresolved anger.