oursickstory
her words were cold &
calculating, and soon i
found myself in the worst
position. should i tell
the truth and lose my
boyfriend, or tell a lie &
lose my best friend? there
was no easy way out of this
one, that was for sure.
and then you smell it.
the stale smoke on my
breath makes your smile
go cold and your eyes fill
with hatred and anger. &
then you transform from
caring husband into what
i call monster face. the side
of you that no one else gets
to see, because looking in from
the outside, our marriage is perfect.
oh-so very p e r f e c t.
{if only they knew..}