Dear Hello Poetry Poet,

Hypocrisy
Is what you say
It's what you do
Everything I hear
In every "I. Love. You."

❤❤❤

You want her, You love her.
I want you, I love you.
You don't want me, You don't love me.
She only needs you, She doesn't love you.

You feel about her, The way I feel about you.
I feel your pain, I feel what you do.

The point of all this?
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I show you sympathy and mercy.
Unlike you do for me.

So much hypocrisy
But it doesn't matter to me.

Cause as much as you say you love her, I love you that much more.
And as much as you say you'd do for her,  I'd do for you that much more.
❤❤❤

Now...
Tonight as you lay by my side, thinking about her while you're holding me tight and you find this letter here on Hello Poetry, I hope this may help you to understand,  that although I think you're an amazing man, you're hurting me like she's hurting you.

There's nothing left to say or do...
This hypocrisy is killing me and it's certainly not helping you...  

Just never forget about The Girl Who Loved You. ❤

Pretend my eyes are blue
to match my blood;
deprived of life
and breath
my lungs search for air,
but I drown.
I hold no love, no life
between the gasping cavities
of my cavernous chest.

Pools deep below my eyes
unseen
Deep into my body, endless depth
to drown in,
drown my heart in my lungs

Stifle my love in depravity

Death with no oxygen for my blood,
for my brain,
for my mind,
for my love.

Blue.
I cannot feel,
for a lack of life
suffocates me.

You steal my breath away
Exhale
I inhale yours
And somehow
That air goes down easier
Than my own