He doesn't notice you anymore.
He looks right through you.
This is one of those moments,
you run everything you want to say
through in your head
and decide to keep quiet.
This is one of those moments,
you realise you could say it out loud
right to him
and he wouldn't even hear you.
So you do,
and he doesn't and you realise you are alone in this.
You are always alone.
You are another warm body.
You are not sexy,
you are not smart.
You are comfort,
you are warmth.
You are something he doesn't want
and doesn't want to give up.
How will you miss me when I'm gone,
if you don't see me now I'm here?
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