I've seen you smile like that before. Seen you ponder that little square of light with delight. Seen you turn away from me.
I used to call you mine. And you'd just smile and pull me closer. I won't do that anymore. You aren't mine.
It pains me to realize that you've never been. You were always hers too. She doesn't know that. You probably only know it deep down.
But I feel that knowledge course through every fibre of my being right now. And rightfully so. What did I expect? You are you. Wonderful, special. A charmer in your very own way. It was egotistical to expect that I'd have you for my own. Foolish to demand it. You are too special to be captured by me.
I can see now clearly how your colourful soul is deteriorating in front of my eyes like the feathers of a bird of paradise trapped in a cage. Can see you snatching and picking at me. Can see you pluck out your beautiful feathers. And after all, there is no one to blame but the person who trapped your beautiful soul in the cageUltimately, it's me.
Not you, not anybody else. Just me.