Your Unison

Makes me sick.

You take my place,
And my seat.
And my lips that I kissed.

You give no room
For speech-
So I can't be missed.

And you degrade me
Filling in the words for him.

And he...
Is a coward
For
The words he doesn't speak

That he never spoke

From the day
We were
Separate.

And you fill my shoes?

Nicely I suppose.

It sounds as though,
You are just a band aid

For loneliness.

Unless he's a liar,

And how does that feel?

To know he couldn't love after three years
Makes you capable of having more?

I am not self righteous-
If anything THAT is self righteous.

Or maybe,
Wishful thinking-
Maybe you're insecure.

But either way,
That cologne,
I bought.

That music-
I introduced to him...

Those clothes,
I picked out.

And my kiss-
Taught him

How to love someone else.
So you should,

Be thanking me...
For making him what he is.