Blue Psyche

If I didn't peer within,

all would be well, I'm sure.

His seasoned features

spoke volumes, I could tell,

of journeys, and of wonder.

Not this time.

This time, he showed his true colours fast.

Accusations came a month later.

Labelled a bitch instantly,

cheating, playing around.

Who with?

His friends… I've never met them.

Hidden in my tiny wardrobe,

barely fitting my own things.

Outrageous lies.

Unforgivable cruelty.

It all started

with some strange noises on the phone during a call.

I was zipping up a pillowcase before laundry,

and to him it sounded like I was unzipping something else entirely -

a fly, he imagined.

The supposed lover was waiting,

or so he thought,

while I struggled home from the store,

alone and weighed down by groceries.

All explanations led to nothing

“I had no hands to answer your call,

overloaded and scorned!”

He believed his truth led to something.

Paranoiac not diagnosed

is worse

than someone who cheats constantly,

from pretending to read to eating,

giving gifts with veiled insults.

Never enough,

this libellous armour’s greedy virus,

protecting only him,

from his wife, who did…

something.

Maybe that was really him?

Now he's asking if I have someone.

How could I, after what he's done to me?

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