such a fine line between no and not really
the separating zero from the negative and positive infinities
you question with such care, “is something bothering you?
choked with the fear of worrying such a face, i deny this

i drop hints and phrases that would lead one to think
that the taste of your name is like arsenic and nostalgia. . .bittersweet
and in an inquiring rush of heartfelt eye-to-eye contact
i bite my lip and retract my words

i’ve morphed my laughter into a defense mechanism,
plugging my nose to the rancid air of my self-made prison
never sighing for you until the night draws near
and curl my knees to my chest

my insides lurch when i hear his shoes colliding with the floor,
knowing that the heart beating in my palms is his, not yours,
and with every infidelity that slips off my tongue
i’ll think of you

and as you swoon and pine over her, such a delicate light in your eyes,
the Atlantic’s blazing salt will blind my own green eyes dry
till the ocean gets its revenge on my attacks
and sinks its rabid waves into me

but as even my ribs splinter and shards of bone fleck away,
as you wish for her so desperately, i will try to listen to what you have to
say
never reminding you that my love for you,
is far more intense than hers could ever be.
 
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