Something Borrowed

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My Broken Heart

You are not mine.

You never have been;
you never will be.

Why do we keep pretending
that this means something?

How much longer will I allow you
to use up for your pleasures
only to come home
to her?

Should I feel sorry for myself,
the other woman,
or the one you call yours
while you scream my name?

If she only knew the filthy things
you whisper in my ear
and how you only have eyes for me.

I pity her because she has no idea
that all day you think about me
but also, I should know better.

You are not mine.

You never have been;
you never will be.

Especially not tonight.

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