Doubt will ruin it all, destroy us.
A famimiar tragedy looms over me,
but I hold my tongue.
Not because I know its not true; in my heart I know it to be. 
Accusations only defect back upon me; I, the abuser, I, the monster. 
Infidelity makes fools of us both.
My love, wasted.
Your efforts, meaningless.
Casually losing my mind, observing every detail as they were before.
How the the mind suffers when one knows the truth, but forced to accept the agony as if nothing is happening.
I am the pawn to be sacrificed for the queen.