I spent my days getting smaller
As you became farther away
My mind began to wander
Over subtleties I’d missed —
Her spit in your kiss, the dirt on your lips
When did my hips
Become unworthy of your fingers?
I linger longer than I should
On words you spoke then gave to her
Well I thought love was something sacred
But how easily you seemed to fake it
Take your space and vacant promise
Enjoy the taste of her dishonest
Skin, her lips, her wandering hands
I tried but I can’t understand.


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