A pit forms in my stomach,
Is he doing it again?
Talking to another woman,
In my story, being the villain?
He keeps his phone close,
Guarded at all times;
It's what he did before,
Now I escape within my rhymes.
I wonder if he simply lusts,
Or if he's infatuated by;
A woman deep within his past,
Not caring about the tears that I cry.
He tells me that I'm crazy,
It's just my shizophrenia like always;
But I guessed correctly last time,
I see past the facade he portrays.
What if I really am paranoid,
My mind plays tricks on me;
Putting evidence together,
In a dark, hurtful recipe.
But what if I'm right,
And I'm catching on again;
And he really is truly,
One of those deceitful men?
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The Sound of Silence
PoetryThis is my second book of poetry. If you've read the first one, you know that these poems are meant to draw out feelings and thoughts. It is not a fairytale, and not every poem will make you happy. Some will make you cry. Some will make you laugh. S...
