"It's not what you think,"
That's what you keep on saying.
"Your perception is blurred by your anger,
And your reality is slowly fading."
But you have made another mistake,
In a move you thought you did right.
Because I saw those that preceded it,
On the many countless other nights.
If your intentions are not what they seem,
You'd be hard pressed to explain the rest.
Or the chess game you also play with her,
And whose move he will notice next.
It's not what you think.
It's a game you'll keep on playing.
Your perception is clouded by your insecurities
And what I see are boundaries fraying.
It's not what I think.
It's what I see.
05.19.17
©Kerri L. Stanley
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