Sleeping with the Enemy

Sleeping with the Enemy

I share my breath with a loaded gun

his silence louder than anyone

eyes shut, I count the ways

a heart can bruise in thirty days

He speaks in calm, in careful tone

but every word carves into bone

the smiles he gives — rehearsed, restrained

a kindness dipped in quiet pain

He dreams beside me, clenched and still

I match his rhythm, kill my will

I learn to listen with my skin

where love once lived, war creeps in

The bed remembers better years

now stuffed with ghosts and unshed tears

he turns, and I pretend to sleep

while memories rise, and mercy weeps

I wear his ring, I play the part

but he has never held my heart

I trade my freedom for the show

and love him more than he should know

A hostage dressed in satin lace

a liar’s touch, a lover’s face

and every morning, I survive

the art of keeping hate alive

For he doesn’t know I know his sin

he’s sleeping with my once good friend

the enemy that made love end