Trust…

A little bit of honesty,

helps trust begin to flow.

Ignorance ain’t always bliss,

My gut knows something I don’t know…

I’m not a jealous person,

but seeds of secrecy will grow.

Thank you for your honesty.

The gift of truth you did bestow.

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Exclusive…

Exclusive?

Don’t lie.

I see more than you know.

You can’t keep your pants up,

your dick runs the show.

I’m disappointed.

I’m hurt.

I thought you were strong.

But you’re nothing so special.

About you, I was wrong.

 

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Monday (hindsight)

Shit.

Procrastination.

Nothing to show.

A house half vaccummed,

half the grass had a mow.

Resented by my teenager,

contempt is coming from my man.

I need to shake my focus,

and have faith in who I am.

 

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Ignorance is bliss…

Something doesn’t feel alright,

it’s nagging at my mind.

Although I tell myself I trust you,

my intuition isn’t blind.

I can’t quite grasp that something,

it hovers just outside my touch…

to look for trouble means I’ll find it,

underneath the straws I’ll clutch.

We are not “us”…

I dropped a question by surprise

and worry flickered in your eye’s 

 as you quickly thought up lies

to back up other past denies.

 

 

You’re fooled to think I’m none the wise,

that I’d ignore instinctive cries.

The you I loved I now despise,

Dishonest words brought our demise.