I stand there, watching you walk with her.

You hold her cheek in your hand,

Kiss her lips

Tenderly

As if she’s breakable and

Precious.

 

My heart drops.

Hot anger flows through my veins.

I see red.

 

My fists clench and I shake with

Rejection,

Broken dreams,

And lost hope.

My stomach is full of rocks.

My chest is empty and tight.

 

How am I supposed to deal with what I feel?

 

I want to be her.

Have you look at me like

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