With Him

I know how you sound,

When you’re with him,

Indulging in your sin.

You purr sweetly in the back of your treacherous throat.

I’ve heard you,

As I paced the stairs outside his room,

While you’re inside,

Spreading your favours wide.

I know how you look,

When you think of him,

Partaking of his whim.

You glow brightly all over your guilty face.

I’ve seen you,

When you take off your mask,

The one you wear for me,

When you don’t want me to see.

I know how you smell,

When you’ve been with him,

In fragrances that swim.

You waft like poison from every lying, cheating pore.

I’ve smelled you,

As I pass your door,

While you ready your skin,

For the touch of him.

I know how you love,

When you’re in bed with him,

And the lights are dim.

You buck gently, clenching all your deceitful muscles.

I’ve loved you,

Before he ever came along,

While my heart got burned,

Yours chose new tricks to learn.

I know how this ends,

How you’ll tire of him,

Pretrending he’s still your king.

You’ll lie more and lay less in that shameful bed.

I’ve seen this,

Before, and I will again,

When the walls grow too thick,

And the comfort makes you sick.

It’s what you do.