His kisses don’t mean anything to me but a seal to my thought that I indeed am not the only one. But I keep silent, as the raging winds of questions drift through my mind. How can he sleep at night? Oh so peacefully, as she and I cringe at the thought of one another. How can he tell me he loves me and keep what he has done undisclosed? He dismisses my feelings as if I was foreigner in his mind. While all this pain is landing on my side, he continues to obliterate our love. My heart continues to be a display of all the pain, too cluttered to even beat the same. I know when he is silent with her, he is music to my ears. When I am sound asleep, his voice is all she hears. Maybe one day I’ll leave but until then each day I’ll die.
-Leche de Coco-
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