The Wonders of Cheating

You ever wonder what goes on in the mind of a cheater?

I will make you believe everybody is your enemy, including your own.

I have a vanity medusa couldn’t hold-still you believe I am tender as the whisper I lay during entry. The hardness and hot brutality that leaves you limp and perspiring. You are the canvas for my perversions categorized as art.

I teach conviction behind saying sorry and convince you that you are.

You like it messy, so when I clean up, lapping like a dog, our wild, howling pillow talk fixes you for days. You wine for me to put you down. I inject and shoot.

I admit to what you know. Nothing damning. We are already a calculated lie. As we give ourselves wholly to each other-what will we have left.

You wake up early to start my day, getting right to the business of making house. Upping how our parents did-straight on down with your freedom, your head, body, eyes. Burying selfishness alive.

You break, so I take one too, cracking legs, smelling the rush of a heart about to be broken. I plug loves openings.

You will piece it together. Trembling, replacing jagged shards from a mirror, resembling a truth you want to face. A past, time, image you wish to save. When it was better, and you were treated/ prettier than them all. Now you keep your distance. Barely moving, so your flaws won’t be noticed and get you cut. You were once the leader of a team that kept me on point. Now your softness-excluding the parts I enjoy; lips, breast, ass- let us slip and fall apart.

You settle for how it was and set yourself back to be overlooked.

I take advantage, of this shortcut towards loneliness, widening the path you found me on, where you planted scented bushes to distract my way/ towards dependable comfort/ hosting shady shadowy copulation on wanderer’s lane. Anyone stepping foot, was ambushed.

I tip-toe before running to perform. Entertaining an audience at a location you’re not informed of. Only downer of the party is maneuvered by my hands.

I suit the habits of your body. And I dress, look, and speak the part to enter.

I keep my friends distant because I love spiritually, mentally, happily, depressingly deep and no one measures up. Not anymore. I hide my dirt in plain sight in order to keep my privacy. I won’t let you to change that part of me. If you try, we won’t survive the struggle.

I know/ you also have sacred moments; Keep them- or I will use them against you. When you hesitate, like a killer asking to be given a different peace, you desire becoming a memory.

AGM