Just Passing Through

I could rationalize the illness in your mind not being apparent with the fact that my glasses have been missing for months.
 
The fact that that my soul is spewing all over the floor reminding me that every love has a time and an end.  
 
I could pretend that you weren't lying when you only wanted me, pretend that she wasn't present between your sheets when I was missing.
 
Ignore the aching intuition kicking me in the shins demanding I fucking listen.
 
Remember your eyes playing tricks on my body,  
 
thumbing your name in my flesh.
 
Wanting your lips on mine was my favorite past time.
 
Until each kiss revealed your true colors and each letter in my flesh reminded me that I am only enough when it's convenient.  
 
I am a token of your achievements,  
 
the last word in a bread basket.
 
Ornament adorned to your conscience reminding you that what was real slipped through the cracks in your performance.  
 
Ignore me.  
 
I was just passing through,  
 
walking in heals;
 
admiring the view.