He won’t lie for me
He tells me
That night the world
Crashed down
Around my ears,
His voice so cool
He might have
Been a hit man
Skating on ice
If “they” by whom
He means our bosses
Ask him, he won’t lie,
And If I say I talked to him
He’ll deny that, too
His rage rattling against
The cage of his teeth,
Saying nothing about
My email to her,
Nothing about my
Betrayal of his trust,
Noting about how
Involved he is with her,
And now,
Because we talked
She might not love him
Anymore,
He her mentor
She is cub,
And me,
The thorn stuck
In the paw of a lion
About to bite
My head off
If I make any wrong move
And me,
Just as much in love
With her,
All of it buzzing around
In my head,
With his warning
Against dragging him into something
He’s already in the middle of
As am I
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