Alone, paranoid, confused.
Conflicted, suspicious, insecure…
blowing up his cell the whole day
Surprise visits at his office
Playing the role of a caring wife at night
and a detective at the first crow…
She no longer recognizes the smell of
his fresh cologne, since she adjusted
her sense of smell to take up the role
of a sniffer dog-
Sniffing on his clothes, checking his
car – checking his phone for suspicious
calls and texts…
an unnecessary scrutiny as he breaks to
speak – a truth spoken but appreciated
with quick glances, long stares indicating
disbelief and signs, mutters now a routine..
He cheated once, a trust broken twice
Now a bouquet of suspicion as he walks
through the door, a feast of assumptions
at the dinner table…
He can’t excuse himself to answer private
phone calls anymore or have friends coming
over at home to check on him.
His male friends are accomplices to a crime
His female friends are all guilty…
Everyone is guilty in her jurisdiction –
He has to check in more than twice during
Constant love reassurances and questions
on trust and loyalty resonating like an annoying
Pleading guilty to a crime he committed once
Buying time and favors to rekindle trust,
Living the life of a fugitive in his country,
Living the life of a thief in his own house.
Stuck on stupid,
Suspicion replaced trust. She doesn’t believe
anything he says anymore…
Once she believed and trusted him,
She was stuck on stupid for a man
She thought was faithful,
Refusing to recognize the signs-
Playing house to lies…
still stuck on stupid, insecure this time.
She is twisted,
Turning all his truth against him
Misinterpreting words said,
Misunderstanding his actions and intentions…
Once he got her twisted,
Turning her concerns to doubts,
Stringing her into arguments
Lie after lie-
He still got her twisted –
acting psychotic and needy.
Failure to recognize truth
Inability to move past the pain
And forgive –
Stuck on stupid, he got her twisted.