Obliviously tangled

You look at her with finesse; I want my heart to stop. It beats fast, like a particle dashing with the speed of light but it doesn’t beat fast enough to collapse. I see myself in the mirror again, I smile, freaking still not enough. That’s the thing I guess, you always tend to trust a lie coming from the lips you once kissed. I see her walk through the streets, pass through the same paths that I take and I know she wants your love. Isn’t that why she stays around always? I guess she exploits you. She exploits us, and then she smirks. I don’t like her. Do you?
On days when I come back drunk, drunk enough to open up to you, I tell you that I saw her lurking around the corner with that pretty smile of hers and I see you dream about it again. Your face has a look of satisfaction, the peace you miss as it seems. I hate that look so I, I smash the bottle on your head. Goodnight honey, time to go sleep.
She wears those skin fit pants, her body curves visible and tempting as always. She has big brown eyes, I see it, I see her and she is pretty. She is prettier. I ask you if she is, you were supposed to say no but you said nothing. Your silence spoke volumes to me that day, volumes that make me deaf. I don’t like it I don’t like her I don’t I don’t I don’t I…. honey, you deserve a little punishment. Don’t you? Lets see hmm. A little hot rod? A hot rod on your flesh for you hot words that set me on fire.
I miss us. I miss you. I miss sleeping next to you, waking up in the same bed as you. My morning sight of bedside coffee and your handsome face is now replaced with blood on the floor and you lying next to it. Why love, why?
I think you miss her. Don’t you? Each day keeps getting worse. Worse for you, worse for us. Why don’t I take her to you? She is passing through the walls, she is flying in the air, she is cursing me and blaming me for her death. Should she? She had to go. She had to disappear for us to resurface. So, she did. But now as nights pass into a blur, I think she wants another well planned chase. So let’s go meet her. Shall we, love? Its between me and her all over again, the same plotting and scheming all over again. And this time, the dead will die in heaven, because you, you will be mine.
Because baby, you are going to be mine all over again. Mine to own, mine to exploit.