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Screaming at
The top of my lungs
But the top of my lungs
Aren’t listening
They’re fixed
On what’s
Glistening off the
Water’s edge
There lies
My reflection
You may see
Something unexpected
if you glance from
a different perspective

you’ll see my dinner
spoiled rotten
with gifts and
sweet nothings
humming about
the price
of a sweater
or something

you’ll see my nose
running away with his lover
he still loves her
to this day, but
wont speak ,
not even a mutter,
to me or
his mother

and finally
you’ll see my heart
beating at his brawny breast
celebrating his victory
won from my chest
unless love
(or lovelessness)
Can cause him
To flinch
He will stay hard
And in charge
Of me
‘till the end