I'm sure you talk about me when I'm not home and as you caress your stomach in an endearing tone

the person on the other end  of the phone, it's not me i know, if found your notes

my name is not gregory, so i assume your cheating on me,

this is not the way friends act, guys don't usually keep their hand soldered to the small of your back.

I said to a friend, that my shifty eyes stopped dead when I saw you walking hand in hand

for a block, it was empty so I guess you were tempted, but you were too caught up to check

that red dot the smoke, the cherry of my cigarette, I saw you make out.

I saw you pull close to him and lean into someone's steps.

I heard every part of you as fizzled and those eyes I loved became vacant.

If you really ever loved me, you would know that I have a capacity to understand.

With a persona so bubbly, I could be fooled with the excuse that you just took him by hand.

But truly Julie, you should have looked where you stand, because finally you took a look to distance to check for anything before jumping into his lap.

but alas you never looked back,

alas I'm now part of story in your past.

But I'm gun hoe at times, so I picked up a brick 

chucked it a street sign it broke the lip lock and startled you two, as I walked the side walk away from you.

The house lay empty a testament to defeat, that some man came in front of me.

My tv dinner in the kitchen sink, that I'm too broken up to eat

I left your things in the hall, in a box marked don't open this just go.

I see know point in conversation, because I don't need explanation to comb over the empty words lingering in your head.

Every smile and laugh I have to question each one we had and there validity if this is how this would end.