TURNING GREEN

Your glove had a hole,

So I let you borrow mine,

After all my coat was quite thick.

I’ll just pocket the gloveless hand,

Case solved,

Day saved,

From the harsh climate you have been rescued.

With a glint of something,

Something that alarmed me,

 You eyed my coat and me.

“Enough with the paranoia,”

I chided myself.

“It's gratitude not greed ”

Still, uncertainty surfaced,

Each time I saw,

 The distinct glint.

There is something more to that look,

My intuition insisted.

“It’s just admiration laced with respect,” 

I foolishly dismissed.

Somehow by saying so,

And choosing my faith in you over my intuition,

I opened up myself,

To your ruthless ways. 

A good game you played,

 First you earned my trust,

Then you struck.

In the dead of the night,

Masked by a shroud of darkness,

You drove a knife in my back,

And took the coat off of my back,

Leaving me,

Alone and exposed,

To the harsh winter weather .

I could barely bare to look at lady intuition,

As with a self satisfactory smirk,

She cackled and spat out,

“I WARNED YOU, I WARNED YOU

Now your naivety has doomed you. ”