I see you, but I’m unsure if you’re aware,
That same look you’re giving her, was once the same look you gave me,
Your eyes close in on her beauty, captivated by her essence,
You gaze at her for one second too long, and are suddenly caught off guard by my glare,
You pause for a moment, trying to conjur up a clever excuse as to why your eyes were fixated in that direction,
Unsure of your approach, you swiftly turn your head calculating any vantage point you can find,
Hesitating for a brief moment, you pause to gather your thoughts,
Your tongue is heavy, words stuck to the roof of your mouth like sap on a tree,
You take a deep breath, allowing the air to cool your nostrils,
But before your premeditated words can spew out over your lying lips,
They are cut off instantly by my mine,
“She’s beautiful isn’t she?”
Caution warns you to dismiss my statement,
A huge lump forms at the back of your throat, but you’re reluctant to swallow it,
You want to agree with me, but past arguments urge you to tread lightly,
“She’s okay, not better looking than you!”
I laugh, but not in an amusing way,
I’m disgusted by your dishonesty, embodied by cowardice,
You never could be honest with me, as much as you wanted to you just couldn’t,
My eyes search yours with disappointment, but then suddenly I look away,
Your hand reaches for mine, but I angrily ****** it back; hurt, broken, jealous,
Regret sadly escapes your lips, gently brushing my ears,
I revert back to those words you’ve declared to me over the years in my head, but why can’t I believe them right now?
This one critical moment when I need to believe them the most, fall on deaf ears,
Uncertainty showering down on me, drowning my assurance,
And in this moment I realize I’m insecure.