Your eyes divert to the ground anytime Im near,
the corners of your mouth raise and your eyes gleam whenever she is;
the same way they did when you would whisper into my shoulder:
I love you.

I can smell your hate for me,
I can see it written onto my skin.
All the places I let your hands wander,
where your lips traced: they ache and throb.

My eyes are swollen and
red from an ache for your
return; a plea for the soft
spoken lover I once held
in the dark of my room to
come crawling back out
of my closet.