Mr. Poetry

Back to the start

I know it when you lie.
You will not look me in the eye,
A straight up punching me in my gut.
A direct signal you have no interest
Of playing my silly game.
While your cheeks would sting
In embarrasment and
That tensed tone you blurt out
" it wasn't mine " will
practically deepened
down your throat.

You will tightened your
veins when you
Will accuse me, tell me you
" do not love Me "
That " what we have was nothing
More than a speck of malfunctioned
Old stock Firework "
A signage that you obviously
Don't mean to say
And that later on you will
Realize you will not have.

You must be wondering why
I know your instinctive reaction
From which I will not hesitate to
Explain but..

To be honest, you are a bad liar.
Humble hearts would not look
Away when they refuse
They will not mischeviously
Cut any contact when they excuse themselves nor disapprove
on anything.

They will not crap on the matter
I demand submission..
But, you are like a
filthy little squirrel who
Chip walnuts when
they are out of Order,
A hungry rat who never bothered
To watch for the cheeze trap,
In fact, I describe you
too many in a word.
And still, you don't even care at all.

You steal a lot of glances
from which doesn't
escape my eyes,
No baby, I am inborn
with hawk's eyes
I am trained to watch you fall
And see if you let me help you up,
And your consecutive abscence,
Continuous lack of confirmation
would result me asking for the why's.

You would make it seem
like it is my fault
because I didn't
Take anything to action
But here is the big 'ole thing,
You never showed you cared,
You never ever did hold the stare
You break it and unfortunately,
The messege became crystal clear,
you meant every thing you did,
and the funny thing is,
I still think at that time,
You would look back and
Told me " no dear, that's must be some silly dream. "