My gut says I'm better
or maybe its just what's left of my ego
talking, but alot of what I do
is based upon what my gut has to say.

You sent him a text right in front of me, "who's that?"
I asked. "No one" was the reply while you quickly returned
your phone to the security of your pocket. Did you really think
I didn't know? I wanted to ****** your phone and snap it in two.
But good for you.

When you asked me what I wanted I had no answer.
Is it so wrong that I no longer know what I want,
I am jealous, I am angry, I am happy, I am hopeful,
I am lonely, and my hesitation lost what my heart
or was it my gut, desired. Everytime I see you
my mind fills with so many things to say.

Sometimes I wish I could say what I mean,
for you to see what I feel. Forgive me my gut has
a mind of its own, it puts pen to paper while my
mouth repeats "I'm so happy for you", "So proud",
"Good for you" over and over, and my heart races
headlong into disaster in its confusion.