You’d catch no more than dirt.
With your trap that catches no more than his presence.
Pressure to end your affair,
Surfaces when your conscience makes it aware
That he doesn’t care about what you thought you had.
He’s moved on
And you’re not trying to chase the season.
Base in his lungs as he denies his love for you
And he questions it and you listen.
Breathing your last breathe,
Contemplating how much you need him.
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