How can you say you love me,
When your eyes are drawn to her.
Though you might really think,
It’s so harmless just to flirt.

You kiss me softly and hold me close,
Thinking all is well.
But don’t you see when your eyes wander,
My pain begins to swell.

Am I not enough?
Don’t I give you my all.
I am constantly there for you!
All you have to do is call!

No, you may not be cheating,
You look but you don’t touch.
But you’re too blind to see,
Those stares hurt just as much.

You keep your phone locked up,
You text her when I’m not there.
You think I’m blissfully ignorant.
You think I’m unaware.

But I know just what you’re doing.
The attention feels so nice.
But for every text message you exchange,
You are tightening my heart’s vise.

I don’t think I can do it much longer.
But what can I possibly say?
If I try to say how I feel,
The jealousy card comes out to play.

It always ends with me saying sorry,
Though I’ve not stepped out of line.
But that’s the way our dance will end,
Each and every time.

You,
in your
perfect stride.

You,
in  that
white light
they paint on you.

You,
with your
half-hearted
smiles.

You,
in that
protective,
guarded,
******
of a persona.

So many ways
I could paint
You,
yet none
resembles of that
they do.

Telling.