I am glad
he doesn't love -
with his  silky tongue
for
his words can dangle
forever in my veins
like an infectious cold,  
tearing away at my heart
while my mind tries to forget all the things
he's never saying

I'm glad
he never tells me he loves me,
my  heart,
my soul
or
my face
nor
my body,
the lie
would mean
he care and has feelings
that
I have known weren't ever there.

I'm glad  
he doesn't say
he  longs for me
like he longs & loves
the sun,
or
good food & flowers.

I'm glad  
he ignores my plea as I beg him  
to finally treat me with a semblance
of respect
because
it'd mean
he wants this to work,
I'm more realistic...
I know it never will or can.

I'm glad
he leaves my side after making me ***,
because it'd mean
he wants more than my body...  
I know he's not ready to commit
or
open his heart,
not to me anyways.
I'm glad
he doesn't look too deep into my eyes,
because
he'd see that I'm so broken and lonely
&  
he'd see the crippling pain
he causes each and every time
he walks out...  
I'm so glad
he doesn't notices a thing.
- If that's true,
why do I hear in me
tears dripping
like winter falling leaves?
hmm?*
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