"I Don't Love You."
Watching his lips move around the syllables,
Uncomprehending the words blurted out
Into the sudden and off-putting silence between them.
"I Don't Love You."
Marked on repeat in her head,
As if to solidify the statement,
Making the situation more real.
More painful.
"I Don't Love You."
The look in his eyes as his chest heaved,
Fidgeting uncomfortably under her gaze,
As if admitting it made him feel guilty somehow.
His pity made her want to throw something,
Or throw up.
That's what made her believe what he said,
To be the truth.
"I Don't Love You."
She saved the tears for private,
For behind closed doors,
Is the only way to get relief,
From the crushing weight of those four words.
Taking a deep breath,
She braced herself,
Getting ready to deliver her response.
Her denial no longer an option.
It is something she could not hide behind forever,
After all.
"I know."
About the Creator
Anna Miller
I am a twenty one year old aspiring poet with a love for writing stories and keep up various separate journals. I am new to the whole 'professional writing' thing so this is going to be a learning experience!
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