A man watches the woman he's in love with in the arms of her new boyfriend.
She’s s t a r s t r u c k,
looking in his eyes,
And he’s looking in hers. And they just look so happy I could kill him.
He kisses her lips
And I can almost see
The world spin beneath her feet.
Her knees buckle,
And she almost falls,
But he catches her. And they just look so in love I could kill her.
She smiles.
That little smile.
Where she just lifts the corners of her lips.
And her eyebrows rise
As if in shock
Or surprise.
It’s the smile that sets the world on fire.
And stars explode in the sky.
He kisses her forehead
And holds her tight. And they’re just so perfect for each other,
I could kill them.
She laughs.
I know how that laugh lights up his world,
Makes his day bright
And all he can see is her.
I know.
It used to do the same thing To me.
The frustration and anger of the watcher are expressed quite well.
He resents the fact that another man will be obsessed with his former love, "And all he can see is her.
I know.
It used to do the same thing.
To me".
Indeed, he is jealous at the idea of his previous lover making another man happy with her "laugh" and "little smile".
The impression that, "they're just so perfect for each other", only adds to his frustration. Obviously, the watcher feels even worse, knowing that he still loves this woman.
The frustration and anger of the watcher are expressed quite well.
He resents the fact that another man will be obsessed with his former love, "And all he can see is her.
I know.
It used to do the same thing.
To me".
Indeed, he is jealous at the idea of his previous lover making another man happy with her "laugh" and "little smile".
The impression that, "they're just so perfect for each other", only adds to his frustration. Obviously, the watcher feels even worse, knowing that he still loves this woman.
Its hard to be the ex girlfriend, I felt your pain as I read this, i like how you don't reveal your true feelings until the very end
nice work
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This is literally a very nice piece..
Loved the way you've explained the entire emotional situation....
"It used to do the same thing
To me."-what a beautiful ending...
A cigarette is the perfect type of perfect pleasure.
It is exquisite and yet leaves one unsatisfied.
What more could one want?
- Oscar Wilde
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