he thinks I know
what I only suspect
perhaps is terrified
I might expose them
when that's the last thing
I want to do
he and she holding
my life hostage
when they think I hold theirs
yet I am consumed
with the green-eyed monster
and feel the sting when
I think of them
together
my brain manufacturing
wild orgies and exotic trips
they engage in when
that rational part
the big brain versus
the small brain
tells me none of that is true
perhaps projecting
the image of their debauchery
because I ache to do
it too
he thinks I know
when I know nothing
though I catch his glances
and feel the fear
he is exudes
the what ifs
the dangers I pose
the knowledge he thinks
I possess
but I don't
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