the mexican standoff
We’re stuck here in a mexican standoff, you and I,
fused together by a common denominator, who thinks we both try,
both seeing through the other, the reality of deception,
because I know your hopes, fears, dreams and indiscretions.
This weight I shoulder when I see his face and boasts,
oh lordy, the web you wove him, the irony of your mistrust,
you check his phone, emails, txts and letters,
though, its you who’s caused all the rot and rust.
(2013)
sometimes people place you in awkward positions
