In That Instant
You never notice
until it's too late
that you're burning
under the florescent lights-
listening to every word he says-
believing what he tells you-
hoping that he doesn't lie--
and then you find out
that he does...
Your world is changed--
in that instant-
the non existent telephone calls-
and untyped words-
of an e-mail
that he never even meant to send.
You can't make excuses
for him any longer-
He's too busy;
depression;
work to do...
You're forced to believe
that you aren't anything
was just-
something to boost his ego-
something to take up his time
(Second hour recess
from an otherwise
crushing reality).
Still though
there's that-
admiration-
that you can't get out of your head-
your soul.
And then
You need to tell him
that he'll find-
You wilt in the light
of no affection.
Work to do;
Too busy;
Depression.
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