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There’s something you’re not telling me

Although I cannot see it in your eyes

I hear it in your voice

A certain hesitation

A break in your speech

You’ve hardly spoke enough to be out of breath

I’d look you in the eye

If only you weren’t out of reach

I’d stare you down

And your body would reveal everything

Why can’t you tell me you love me now?

Nothing has stopped you before

I’m getting a visual

A visual of that ugly whore

What I hate about her I see in me:

The part of me where you used to be.