You wear a crooked smile
chilling in the sunshine over tea
to hide the demon in your lies,
rapidly batting your lashes
over your green eyes.
I sat a distance away, watching.
I bit my tongue, trying not to speak,
drawing a faint taste of blood,
through ties that bind without
a hint of goodbye, sipping tea til midnight.
Lust is faint for a heart bearing
the scars of fate.
My eyes sting with the regret of
moments left undefined.
Tears, I shed none.
With a tight-lipped smile,
I act out a caricature of myself,
to be the one you want of me.
After sweaty sex,
you whisper never to change,
but to stick around,
and you’ll keep me in line.