she

Does she know the lies you tell
Or
Do you make up stories to keep her hope afloat too?
Does she tell you it's okay to flirt
to look but don't touch
Just to save what you two have?
Is she dying inside?
Like me?
Does she pace the floor?
Look out windows?
Or does she trust you so blindly as I once did?
Does she suspect?
She will find comfort
that nothing will come of this.
You've lied so well.
She has your name,
your body,
your heart.
I'm just a thought.
A game.
A toy.
You like to play with when you get bored.