You

When you come walking into the room,

In my head I pray that I can leave soon.

Your grace consumes all who are there,

I'm angry when ignored and it isn't fair.

He lets go of my hand when you're around,

It's amazing the feelings in him that you arouse. 

I admit that your presence, too, stimulates me-

Yet to be compared to you is the last thing I want to be.

You've the darkest of hair and the lightest of eyes,

I can almost hear his muffled sighs.

He still loves you and there is no reason to doubt,

I am surprised he has not yet kicked me out.

I know he thinks of you when we kiss,

I am not somebody he would remember or miss.

Your sweet persona rots my teeth,

And I can tell that at his knees it makes him weak.

As much as I try to reason with myself,

This situation is bad and I cannot be helped.

I am losing him to his memories,

Of how this older love used to be.

You may have moved on and you may have moved out,

Yet I know you still think of him-I have no doubt.

You know what you do when you stare,

You know what those eyes do when you glance over there.

Nothing I do can distract him from this love,

Yet I still let him drag my poor soul through the mud. 

Reviews

[deeps]

This is sad, but yet so poetic.
I like the flow of this write it's wonderful.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

This is lovely..the way you have personified memories..i love the structure and distinct voice of your write..
i can imagine how past can loom so heavy over one's relationship.

[zendikar]

wow this is sad but well written i like happier writings but a good work is a good work and thats what this is nice writing!