"Burning Beds."

I know you feigned when you asked me...

"Where did it go,"

Long before that question was
submitted, I think it was already
known

An aficionado of the art of betrayal,
you were playing-out your façade
until the real you emerged

10 years of ups and downs...

Maybe the longest character-role that
you had played up until that point

I should have seen the red flags when
you said you were emotionally
intelligent

Playing them all well like a grifter,
although in this case, not for money...

No, something of far more value and
that would be eternal  

Countless nights of holding a liquor
bottle in hand and feeling it to be
as pleasurable as the soft, sensuous
curves of a woman's intoxicating frame...

This was your accusation to me of why
it went to waste

But truth is, long before the blister
exists, there's always the friction that
created them

I called you, "My Sin,"...

My apple in the Garden of Eden

Cause to look upon, you were pleasing

But the apple can be rotten to the core;
and lust isn't what makes a relationship
endure

I know that you were in a stage of transition
and you made your decisions; but once the
beds been made, you have to lie in it

So I know you feigned when you asked me...

"Where did you go;" the truth was, before
it ever began, we both knew where it would go