koi no yokan
““I need someone to show me the things in life / That I can’t find / I can’t see the things that make true happiness / I must be blind.””
You don’t see me.
Four words I am not regretful that I uttered.
Though, they brought the ending of a precious contract.
Precious.
Too precious if I cannot be blunt and speak how I feel.
You don’t love me.
What the receptor hears is an echo of their unrequited trauma.
He wore a navy pinstriped suit with a red belt.
No cufflinks so the shirt billowed around his wrists.
I wore a black cocktail dress that spun around my body when I twirled.
I twirled a lot.
I spun and spun on the small dance floor with a hand in his.
You don’t see me // You don’t love me.
We are both wounded children incapable of communication.
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