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

everything

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

nothing,

I can do

Nothing.

The End

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