watching the ground
beneath your fickle feet
crack
watching the lines
around your lying eyes
etch
watching the air
in and out of your labouring lungs
catch
you can’t keep up the facade
forever
she’ll figure it out
they all did
indecency
indiscriminatly
inconsistently
consistent
and no matter
how short her leash is on you
it will snap
you’ll break
the good man you play at
wears way bigger shoes then
your wandering feet can stay in
and as hard as she tries
to keep you to her
and as hard as you try
to keep her happy
at the end of the day
a snake sheds his skin
only to grow another.
