I AM THAT MOUSE
Dirty Divorce - Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE
his conscience grew as his thoughts turned to her
my conscience knew he would return to her
before the night was over.
after i rolled over,
to flip off the lights.
his selfishness desired to hold my hand in consolation
my selfishness tired in that cold conversation
i didn't want to talk anymore
or think anymore
about his other life.
his seclusion covered my room in a blanket of doubt
my seclusion recovered his gloom throughout
his body to find he felt regret
cause his regret
had pushed me away.
his insistance stilled my fear of him leaving for good
my insistance filled his tearless eyes with would
and want but all can't
i know he can't
and neither should i
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