Apathy, The Only Cure?

Our talk is but only sound,
Merely aiding to sense the other;
With apathy it does abound,
Our talk of love as of the weather.

Yet, in times, never wished,
We are inspired, forced to argue;
How, though, can it be relished,
Having to choose between the two?

We must, in the very least,
On our way to be, first pretend;
So, in contempt for the beast,
We deliberate before we contend.

Our truths are but a lash
That the other must duly endure;
And our lies, a self-cut gash;
For violence, is apathy the only cure?