my senses are alive
you think i don't notice?
oh, honey, i notice;
every single attempt to reflect light away from your wrong deeds,
every guilt fueled compliment,
every overdone check up on you girl,
every present and surprise you shower me in.
i notice it all.
the change in the atmosphere,
the tension increase,
the sincerity in your laughter,
let's not forget about your smile,
your body's ridigness.
your absolute lack of reciprocity.
i notice it all,
and,
yes, i smile.
yes, i seem unfazed.
but don't be fooled, lover.
my lack of reaction doesn't equate to my knowledge.
you view me as if i'm disabled.
you offend my abilities.
don't lie to yourself; my senses work best around you.
you think i don't notice?
oh, honey, i notice.
i notice it all.
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
