no one reads you poetry except him
when you beg her to skim through your poems
she refuses-
"not now, please?"
she knows you're writing for him
with the most grandiose language
in the light of elegance
he knows how to possess you
your hands scribble his muted love
the fantasy and the unreachable
you believe him,
you hear him speak of non sensical things
yet you still believe
he knows how to trick you with his magic
with his words, like a love potion
freed in the air
you dance together invisibly
like two timid eager souls
she knows all, all about you and him
but do you have even the slightest idea
that it is not him
but her
who sacrifices anything
just for the two of you?
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