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Why?
I hear you speaking
No - scratch that
I see your lips moving
And I hear the sound leaving them
Those lips that I crave
That voice that I yearn to call my name
I see it,
I hear it
But I still do not register
Why?
I do not feel as though you are saying what you are
Telling me you don't want *this* anymore
I daren't call it anything more
For fear of correction
For fear of rejection
"Why?"
I leave the word lingering n the air,
Waiting for an answer that I am sure will not come
Why?
I look into his eyes
I am met by a sight that grabs hold of my heart
His eyes....his eyes are filled with.... Not anger
Something worse
More Painful
Pity...
He pities me
I am making myself look vulnerable
And I couldn't care less
I let my naivety shine through in assuming *this* was for good
Now I am sitting there head in my hands merely asking...
Why.....?