Face to Face

Face to Face

We Sit Face to Face
Sitting on a bench, in the light of the sun.
this wasn’t going to be fun.
It took all my strength—
not to turn and run.

I look into her beautiful brown face
perfectly curled hair and almond shaped eyes,
blank of emotion, like
a piece of canvas yet to be touched by an artist brush

my eyes cradle tears in the bottom lids
but I will not let them spill over.
A friend who has deceived me
for the last time.

I saw her kissing him by his car,
I watched them both from afar.
In the empty parking lot before school.

I want to tear out her pretty brown eyes, pull off her perfect pouty lips
she used these devices to steal my man
but first I wanted to listen to see if should would deny.
as we sit, our tasteless school lunch untouched

I told her I heard of the kiss
through the grapevine
that roars quickly through the halls of our school

they started to fall, lies from her mouth like
leaves from a tree I wasn’t going to rake them up,
I now see her for what she is
a teller of tales, a jealous fiend who
will do anything to take what is mine.