I don't think about him
the way I think about you.
I don't wonder where he is
who he is with
what he is dreaming
how he is feeling.
But you, oh, you.
You cloud my judgement
when I know you are bad,
so bad,
for this taped together heart.
He would never toss my love about
bring tears to my eyes
leave me alone at night.
But you, oh, you.
With your tantalizing eyes
dazzling smile
ignorance toward me.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2012