Liar

It's not you I'm trying to convince.

Showing up at all hours of the night and
leaving again before the last moan has
even escaped your lips.

So long lover.

See you next time.

Sitting on your window sill smoking cigarettes
draped in your bed sheet bare legs glistening
while you watch from across the room.

Examining me.

It was almost like love.

And you marvel at how I can still be so cold
no matter how heated and burning my body is
with you on top of it.

Trying to understand.

Figure me out.

But it's not you I'm trying to convince with my
insensitivity and absolute lack of emotion.

It's really just me.

Such a liar.