I-

Or how

whenever I mention it

you refuse to make

eye contact

Or how

whenever she’s in the same room

I find your eyes locked on hers 

Or how

I fear to leave you

because I know you’d not think of me

Or how

how I’ve become this weak, fragile woman who’s lost all sense of self worth 

Or how

you pity me

you pity me for being such a dog

you revel in the sense of comfort my arms possess-

not their love

And I’m standing in front of you

my arms open wide 

with badly written verses 

mentioning it

resuming the silence that moans within us 

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