You never spoke about it You never consulted

Even when asked about it

You always laugh it off

Thinking about it now…

Damn I feel insulted.

You always swore that I would always come first

I guess to you actions speak less.

I always wondered if it was me you were ashamed of

Or was it just your Ls you saw in the reflection that came off

I see it in your eyes

You can’t even stare directly

Another eye aversion

When you’re supposed to be looking at me

Always getting blamed for the things I cant even explain

You try to comfort me later on

But it doesn’t feel the same

All I feel is shame burdened  by the unbearable pain.

Sometimes I feel the love,

I swear it I do

When you say you love me

And I whisper love you too.

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