We used to hide emotion,

Between each others' thighs,

With soaking wet skin,

and rolled back eyes.

Until I said something,

or nothing,

and you held his hand.

I'll never blame you for recognizing beauty,

though I wish you'd held on to Love.

I can't,

won't,

feel the same when I kiss you.

And I shudder,

blush,

wish I didn't miss you.