Loneliness is the biggest weight
on these shoulders.
Like a fire, it smolders
but it’s never put out.
Along the way I got caught
between heart and common sense
I hid my rage when you told me
that this wasn’t a two way street
but a triangle.
You held her hand in front of me
pretended you didn’t see me
Like you didn’t know every inch of me
like you didn’t spend endless night with me.
She let you into anyone’s arms,
nodded her head and said “only when I am not around”
In my bed, but on her leash
When did this happen to me?
The coldness of the right side of my bed
penetrates its way into my bones
I spit in my own reflection
my dignity buried alive
Why did I think it would never turn into a one-sided love?
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One-sided loves, when you think every morsel of affection they give you is worth the mountain of yourself that you give them.
Every endless night continues for you, but ended a long time ago for them.
I can feel this in my heart and can commiserate on its sting.