you did the same.
glances and touches added fuel
to a fire that wasn’t yours to
she stokes his fire
and I feel my embers dying
when they laugh together and I wonder
what is so funny,
and what does that mean?
digs her hands into his soft skin,
kneading and pushing and pulling at the
muscles (I know she so admires)
and he says nothing what does that mean?
I saw the way you looked at me,
now I feel the glances you give to her.
All I hear are the sighs you push my way,
as your hearty laughter she incurs.
Your heart hides from me,
As if I don’t see it perched on her shoulder,
As if I can’t feel its absence when I lie on your chest.
As if I don’t feel my own growing colder.
If I ask you no questions,
you can give me no lies.
But those questions go answered
with every secret you hide.
Does he know
that you know?