Sleeping with the Enemy
He has no idea that I know

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

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (3)
Spicy and full of vengeance. 😊😊
Seems to be looking for a little revenge some way. Good work.
Wow… this cut deep. The quiet tension, the layered betrayal — every line was hauntingly honest. Powerful writing. I'd love if you took a moment to check out some of my own pieces too.