prompt: you're still in love with someone who cheatedMature

Half the drawers in my bureau
are sitting empty, spiderwebs where
your things used to be.  I don’t think about
you all that often; only when I turn down the sheets at night,
only when I accidentally make enough dinner for two,
only when I still find myself buying two toothbrushes,
only when I do everything, pretty much all the time.
Sometimes at night I dream about you and
in the dream it was me you fled to, it was my bed
you found yourself in.  When I wake up I think
that you’re probably kissing her lips, you’re probably
making her breakfast.  Maybe she makes you better
but you’ve only left me bitter and somehow in it all,
I’m still the only one bleeding this love. 

The End

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