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Valentine, I'm Not Him
I could feel you near, heart searing
my chest. I still cannot rest,
when I knew you would be about.
Days wasted, watching a Madonna,
as you'd pout around that boy.
I feel you dressed for nobody, but him
who spent too much time flexing
in the gym, exercising ego.
How could he know, that I
was ready to make love to you?
You came to me late at nigh, a fit
because you had a fight. Comfort
in my arms as you whisper
what you really wish. It's not me,
but for him, who should've known.
I told you 'no' when you wanted me,
a consolation. In the years since then,
in desolation, needing consecration,
timing wasn't our thing. Nor were you
and button-jeans guy who made you sing.
3.15.22
20 lines, rhyming in free verse.
We've all met that one who intimated feelings for another when we were right under their nose. I may hav been on three ends of that.
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