I’m not yours

Hypocrisy sits well aloft your eyelashes,
green, highlights your envy well,
aren’t you heavy yet,
I would have thought,
all that jealousy is quite hard to digest.

One day, you will ink a thought in my mind,
my conscience might tap gently on my fingertips,
and I will write you once more.

Try, until then,
to know that no one,
and no thing,
belong to anyone,
even the words you so tenderly bathed yourself in,
aren’t mine.
W.E.