i didn't love you, but it hurts anyway. i
How when you are aching, it is the little things that hurt the most.
I didn't cry when your mouth told me you didn't want me. But then at night, you kept a teeshirt on. You never did the nights before. You took off the rest of your clothes and left them on the bed on my side, where i was lying only a few hours before. Like i didn't belong there anymore. I had to carve a place for myself by your side, take your clothes, put them on the floor. That's when i broke.
You didn't realise i was crying. or did you?
You didn't realise i cried the next morning either; after you loved me one last time.
_ i didn't love you, but it hurts anyway. i