The others
Their eyes would wander into, at, places,
all around, at, her, filled with lust.
Not me.
Each one of them, they didn't deserve her perfection,
her complexity.
They understood her too well.
Not me.
It hurt, to watch someone so insolent take her,
without years of trying to understand,
trying to figure out the impossible.
Tainted waters ran down my bleak face,
and would soak the soft felt,
that I rest my head on.
Bloodless massacres, those are the worst.
He would strain my tolerance each day,
he would fight me every morning,
dawn to dusk,
and I would lose.
I would be defeated and leave with a sinister,
heartless,
pain.
The beating sensation in my chest,
began to die out when I see her now.
It used to go wild just by the sight of her,
but I didn't understand.
I don't understand her, but everyone else does.
