We play a game,
I am his wife in it.
Maybe I can't be his in reality,
So we both find happiness in the game.
I joke about having cheated on him.
He laughs at it,
But I could see the discomfort in his eyes.
I could read the, 'Why would you do that?' expression on his face.
On the following day,
He jokes about having an affair.
Only that, it wasn't a joke in reality.
He was seeing someone.
I try to hide my agony,
And I hope he didn't notice the sadness in my eyes.
Only if he were good at reading the
Language of my soul through my eyes,
Would he know how big a bruise he has caused.
Although we decided to not combine the game with reality,
The truth of the reality hurts so much
That the contentment of the game is lost.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
