Tuesday, July 19, 2011

i love her

the fuzz on her cheek, the rhythm of her laugh.
the way we don't ever need to speak and yet we know.
i hate her with the other woman.
it makes my heart cringe. and yet i willfully listen to her stories of their life together.
i will sometime have stories of my own to share.
and then her heart will cringe.

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