i hope she's with someone who loves her.

The room is dimly lit,

Silence dances around us, 
I stare at my screen, 

You at yours.

Occasionally silence's dance is broken by your boisterous laugh, 

And I, hush you to be silent, for the hundredth time. 

Because there is no need to be that loud,

and it startles me and causes me a headache.

"I'm playing games with my friends,

I'm always loud, it's how I've always been" 

What a lame excuse!

Just please shut up. 

You're not loud when you're playing games with me, 

You're not loud when we're watching TV together, 

You're not loud when we're at the park together. 

Or maybe you are. 

See, you've become so consumed with prioritizing your friends first,

That, I, your own girlfriend of 3 years, 

Have become a background character in your own life. 

Not even fiance, girlfriend. 

Occasionally you'll glance at me, 

If you remember I exist behind you, 

Most often when you want something from me

Like for me to make dinner or for us to have sex. 

Sex - the 8 minute lasting occasional dance. 

Lately the only time I feel like we're truly together.

Otherwise I feel as if I'm only your roommate,

Coexisting in the same space as you.

For someone I once truly loved so, 

It hurts, and I can't leave cause I have nowhere to go. 

So I will shut my mouth and mind my business while just hoping that, 

Alternative universe me is with someone who loves her just as much as she loves him.