Who Knew Ignorance Could Be Torture
Hearing his name in your voice
Oh, its unexpected, this pain
Such a small but sudden sting.
A contradiction I wasn’t ready for.
Your voice, something I associate
With joy and beauty and awe.
With his name, which never before
Has carried so closely this green eyed
Bite.
I thought maybe if I waited, no.
Maybe if I told you-
I should tell you before this goes too far.
I should tell you I’m an option.
I should tell you how unworthy he is in my eyes.
But this has already been going on for months, now I see,
And you’ll overlook me.
And I am unworthier than he.
Maybe, no.
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