Do you think I’m unaware?
More importantly,
Do you think I care?
That look in your eyes. I know it well.
And I know your lies.
Do you think I can’t tell?
But it’s fine.
Because I’m doing the same.
And you know I am.
It’s not like I have shame.
At least I can be honest to you.
At least I can confess.
Maybe not to everyone, but you know everything, more or less.
So don’t blow smoke up my ***, boy.
I know that look.
I’m onto you.
I read you like a book.
Just tell me. I won’t be mad.
If you only knew what I do
When he makes me sad.