Pretenses

I could see it right away
Even from across the room
that you were taller in your own eyes than in mine

Not so hard to read
I can see through the façade
and can accurately predict the outcome

You tipped your hand
Not so very good at poker
Your cover is blown

Your pretenses - false
Your flirtation - phony
Your victory - non existent

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.