One sided Waste

The way he looks at her
tells me there's something
more than what she knows...
or more than what
she wants to.
He swallows every word whole,
hangs on syllables,
worships every phrase.
I see his eyes
locked on the movement
of her overglossed lips
and tell myself once more
that jealousy is wrong.
If she took him
for more than granted
I might appreciate
her graceful stride.
But all I see
is a one sided waste.
Surface beauty...internal beast.

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