Heard Words

Little
Inconsistencies
Insisting
We
Or rather I
Should reconsider
The way your tongue
Forms letters
To words
To curve
Around the truth
In waves
Inevitable ways
To  deceive
But you concede to the simplicity
Of language
Of me
Hanging
On your every bitter word
Served lukewarm
To what you assume
Is an unsophisticated palate
I have it
There on the tip
On the pink
Of my tongue
The taste of us
Undone by your lies
Little
Letters
Littered
At my feet
I worked late
I worked straight
Through lunch
I’m just not feeling much
In the mood
So I brood
In the corner
And think
Think
Think
On the receipts
That you leave
Lying around
The whispered conversations
The sensation
That we are not alone
That your time
Is not your own
That you owe
More to amex than you have spent
On me, or us
Or them
And this love
Breeds contempt
Breathes
And then
Clears its head
It will not be bent
We have not developed
Its elasticity
This love
Will break
Will take
All my strength
If I don’t pack my shit
And leave
This man
A little mantra
On repeat
I see
The secrets
You think you keep
But we
Are done here
You are quite clear
With your words
And don’t worry honey
I heard
I heard
I heard