Eye

Eye

This is the man that put his lips to mine not so very long ago.
Took my hand and led it to his excitement and now he doesn't know
me.
He is oh so distant and superior. I'm the child to his parent the fool
to his jibe.
I am fawning and sickly sweet, tripping in haste to be useful and
liked.
What a pathetic image I am. There is a woman here that is rising
To strangle the life breath from this shivering shadow.
An avenging light that will burn your image from my mind
So that when I stand to look you in the eye it will be you who
flinches, not I.