I'll tell you what i've noticed and hope i'm not overreacting;
You always seem to linger
Not too long that it could be a problem
But long enough that people start to notice
Atleast I do
I pick up on it
The subtle ways in which you touch each other
The excuses you'll find to be near him
And at this point
It's not the touching that bothers me
It's not even you coming to sit in between us
It's the lying
It's the constantly denying that you feel anything
When your body says a different thing
In that moment
I wanted to be somewhere else
I wanted to be in a place with night lights
So that in the artificial white shine
I may forget that you keep denying wanting to take
What was never truly mine
I yearn to see myself in a better light
One that won't get dimmed by his lies
YOU ARE READING
Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
