I bet
he hums a cheerful tune
with a prideful grin on his face
after one leaves and
to himself
he thinks"she thought
I loved her,
how pathetic"I bet
when he kisses another
with his busted up
treacherous lips
to himself
he thinks"she thinks
I'll never leave her,
how ignorant"I bet
when he touches the soft skin
of another pretty face
with his bloody, bruised knuckles
he thinks
"I've caught another,
how easy"I bet
when he lies down
next to another
warm,
beautifully naive body
to himself
he thinks"she thinks
I'll still be here
in the morning,
how naive"I know
after he's finished
with me
with her
with everyone
to himself
he thinks"you thought I cared,
oh but darling,
you were just
another poem to write,
a new song to sing,
another story to tell
another notch on my belt"