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.