You wasted your time looking for monsters under your bed,
Not realising that they were brave enough to lie next to you instead.
Fresh from his meeting with “the boys”,
He comes home to kiss you on the forehead
with lips that are tinted slightly red from
another woman’s lipstick.
He hugs you long enough so as to not feel guilty about what he’s done.
But also long enough for you to smell her perfume that lingers on the shirt you bought him for your first anniversary, just last week.
With the same hands that once made you feel safe, he touched her in places you dare not think of and holds your face, looks you in the eyes and says “baby, i love you.”
He turns his back to you, reaches for his phone and texts her “hey babe, thinking of you.”
His phone rings.
A call from her.
He ignores it out of “respect” for you.
An awkward silence fills the room.
But it’s a silence so loud you can almost hear it screaming at you:
“You’re wasting your time looking for monsters under your bed! You should be looking at the one right next to you instead.”