The Performer

I can see what you don’t want me to see.
I can hear what you don’t want me to hear.
The glamour’s been gone for a while –
Didn’t you realize?

You’d say anything to make me jump hurdles;
A dangling carrot to a trained horse.
I always ask, “How high?“ regardless.
It was never about the carrot.

Yet you keep on spinning tales that are just
Fairy tales in the end.
I am neither horse nor child,
And I thought I was your friend.

I thought we were friends.
Forever.
That word –
Both a promise and a curse.