...and the worst of memories can come rushing back

[jedisinger]

i wear this suit named, "suspicious"
custom fit for my skin
still there's something to be found in the hopeless
layers beneath the surface
when friends turn foe on the edge of dime
you can see it in a smile
catch a murmur behind closed doors
naughty, dirty little secrets
of jealousy and lies
when i'm pulling back the curtain
somehow i still seem to be suprised
to find another man's jacket,
yet familar to the touch
trust is the new curse
unsettled on beds at night
something bought and sold
for a glimpse in a stranger's hazel eyes