Too Late
The writer does not own Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Ellen Page, the characters they portray, or Inception.
"The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love,
Love someone else."
The door swings open.
He realizes too late he should
Have knocked.
He drops the flowers meant for her.
Her curves,
His tattooed arm,
The scent
Of aftershave from the bathroom.
Anger is first,
But it is fleeting.
He knows not to make a sound
At the two naked bodies
Under her sheets.
His feet carry him out faster than he expected,
The door swings silently shut.
Jeers in his head of
"Too late, darling,"
Follow him.
He should have known.
She wakes up with a dull ache
As if she has lost something,
That she never knew she had.
Fourteen roses lie on the floor,
Petals torn.
A note in familiar handwriting:
I love you. Arthur.
An arm wraps around her waist,
Hot breath on her neck.
Not his breath,
Not his arms.
If only she had known.
A/N:
More ridiculously depressing stuff.
I swear, just getting it all out of my system.
(Shakes head vigorously)
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