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.