12/13/14

The air was congested from the moment I stepped foot inside
The atmosphere drenched with the scent of lovers
I tried to preserve my rational line of thinking
Inadequate and with holding  
I submerged into the decent
Apprehensive to the authenticity
Of what was articulated
I manifested an uncomfortability
He slept peacefully
I constrained to the bed
In an open eyed slumber
Tossing on top of infidelities
Each crease reminding me
I lie beside a liar
He beside many others
Witching hour haunting me
He, sleep talking stakes to my chest
My mind aware
But selectively listening to the silence
Along the sunrise
A feeble attempt of wit
Accepting an expiry
Of blood shot and dulling eyes
Wearied of confliction
And a prolonged patience
For a human undeserving
And incapable of honesty
forbye
love