it's been days and i still don't have a title

i thought i could be content
knowing just a fraction
of what you feel for her
and i didn't mind
that i'd just be another
cheap distraction from life
to take the edge of the want
or add colour to the mundane
like a quick lick of paint
on a wall so stained
with miscarriages of love
and i see them all
behind eyes closed in reflection
of every man who's ever left
to go home to his wife
or find someone younger
and the one death claimed
before i could say things
i might live to regret

i wrote this on the 26th, and deleted... reposting because it was off the cuff and i still like the emotions
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