remainedsilent.

blood pumps through my hands
as my fingers trace her photograph in your apartment.
she is beautiful.
eyes grey as thunderclouds
and skin, flawless as diamonds.
I see
what you see
in her now.
Maybe she is
funnier than I,
and her humor fits yours like a glove...
in a way that mine never could.
Possibly she
asks you exactly
how your day was
and you reply with a
[hypnotizinglybeautiful] smile across your lips.
maybe she
is more than me.
more than I
could ever be.




I just wish you would have told me.