caught, red handed
and in my soul I knew that one day he'd call upon me, that day I would be forced to explain to him that the blue rubber in the drawer wasn't his, and on my neck the coloring he had not drawn. but also that the bra in my closet wasn't mine. pink laced panties under the bed, that I hadn't worn. there was lipstick between my legs that he would discover that day. and that would be the day his warm heart would turn blue, and he would never call upon me again.