The Evil Eye

I'm not expecting you to realise that

I'm sat at home

crying over you inbetween the tap water

when you're off getting


you want from her body.

I don't expect anything.

I wish they would all stop talking about both of you together

as one.

I wish I didn't care that

when you touch

I think I'm turning into Mistress Brightside,

I think I'm turning into the small insignificant thing

that runs and hides

in the corner of your eye

because I can't bear to see what's on your mind,

I wish I didn't have to despise you,

I wish I didn't have to keep wishing all these wishes

as all the while you're there and she's there

and there is


I can do


The End

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