waiting on an elsewhere engaged heart

 

I could pretend, as I have done before

-and shall do again

 

That I do not mind, that it is her eyes you look to

-And not mine

 

I could deny, that it aches that you don’t bleed

-         my warn heart

 

But I wont, I will wait. The anger rising bitter inside

Until the nausea sets in and I vomit all my hearts secrets

With a violent tongue.