Caught

I am glad I got to see you the other day
Or rather glad you saw me, that is.
To catch you in your lies that way
Gave a surge of vindicated bliss.

Even better that you tried to talk
And found my heart’s door shut tight.
You drew your own outline in chalk
And single-handedly lost this fight.

Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.
Don’t speak from either side of your face.
Under your slimy rock, crawl back beneath
And wallow long in your own disgrace.

You played your games with my heart,
Gave me lessons no one should learn.
Lying for sport from the very start!
I feel relieved watching this bridge burn.