Secretly

Shamelessly I am wishing he were mine.

Pulling a smile back as I think of him.

Turning my head away to wish for the moment.

Lying to him as he stares at me –in love-

My heart dying with words I cannot let go of.

I am unable to stay true to him.

I should be labeled whore.

My heart intertwines into two.

Both roads I have yet to travel by.

I continue to fly solo with my selfishness.

In bed those orgasms soar into thin air.

My mouth open, catching hidden lies

His wounded body bursts in me.