Good to me?

When you wake up and bring me coffee in bed, I think you love me.

When you offer to drive the kids to school, I think you’re kind and considerate.

When you kiss me good-bye, I think you are mine.

But then you leave and I think you are at work….working.

When you text me to tell me you love me, I think you are so sweet.

But maybe you are on your drive back to work from fucking someone else.

When you come home in time to help me get dinner on the table, I think we are a good team.

When you look me in the eyes and smile, I think you are my friend.

When we hang out and talk, I think you are being vulnerable.

But you are lying to my face.

And I just can’t see it because I think you are good to me.