Hiding In The Kitchen

Your throat was dry.
You went to get
something to drink.
I’d ask you why,
but our eyes met,
and in a blink
I saw that you were hiding something.

So go and hide,
go on, just think -
of more excuses.
I knew you lied.
I let it sink:
you have your uses.
So tell me lies, sweet little lies

I’ll just pretend
I did not read
the text he sent you.
And in the end,
I’ll only need
a night to get through.
My heart’s so dry, I need some wine​