Scripted

Poetry

“And I could see how she ate up every one of your lines. Just like I did.”

Maybe it was all in my head, all those things you said to me. How you said them. How you looked at me. Like I was the only thing in your world that mattered. To me, it felt like everything else disappeared when we were together. We were happy then, you and I. At least that’s what I thought until I saw you with her. The same smile and look in your eyes as you told her how she was your world. And I could see how she ate up every one of your lines. Just like I did.

How could I have been so blind?

Or, maybe, you’re just that talented at lying.

© Sarah Doughty

20 thoughts on “Scripted

  1. Those lips she used to kiss now laid upon another, granted her compass to discover the lessons of caution, the teachings of a broken heart and curriculum of a fresh start.

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