In his hands, the evidence
As his brow furrows in alarm
What is this? Who were you with?
As I turn on my charm.
I laugh aloud to assuage his doubts
It’s nothing, I smoothly say,
Only me, drinking alone
That night you were away.
Confusion remains, etched upon his face,
And I cant help but revel in my lie.
Its my turn now, my secret’s out,
But you’ll never see me cry.
It’s your turn to doubt and ignore
your own wary mind.
The way I did when I was betrayed
And believed your every lie.
You made me mistrust my every sense
Called me crazy and unwise
To suspect you with such suspicion
And distrust your alibis.
The tears back then seemed endless
As I fought for vows once said
As I tried to rekindle what had long been forsaken
And you left for another’s bed.
My heart is pounding now
your eyes search me For a sign
A glimpse, a hint, an inevitable slip
But I am not that kind.
I know that you know.
You know what I won’t say
Don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t trust yourself,
Unless you’re ready to walk away.
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