She left again.
and with Her goes my strength,
my sense of self,
my control.
She knows
what to say,
when to say it,
how to say it.
unlike Her, i always lose.
i have the words, never the order.
i have the nerve, never the energy.
to Her, my tears are a white flag,
waving so far in the distance,
She can pretend not to notice,
and no one will put her at fault.
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