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That Word
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During relationship Standing alone here
and I remember how it feels
Listening to the words
and I remember what it's like.
Seeing my friend
Knowing I can't go to his side
The only time that word drops from your lips.
When I tire of this loneliness
I break the chains.
I talk to my friend.
You glance over disapproving.
You shake your head
That word at your lips as you speak to others.
Shortly, we're in your car
You're taking me home.
In my driveway
You look at me
You want to come in.
You pretend that word never crossed your lips.
But I know all too well
Your opinion of me.
It shows in your expectations.
Don't talk to me
Just fuck me.
That word at your lips
your expectation of me
To be
Forever your
"whore"
Such a painful poem and a more painful word. Be comforted that it was he who did more damage... to himself for missing out on all that is you.
What a blind idiot.