He Didn't Know

Her perfume hovered in the room and on you, sickening sent of citrus and vanilla that nauseated my heart.

"Shes just a friend!" He'd announce thinking me a fool that would believe what he said to me.

He doesn't know, I found the letters she wrote to him a month ago proclaiming undying love and longing for him once more, begging for his affections, his presence, him to leave me for her.
But he doesn't know...so he views me a fool.

He was always lost in thought, lost in her, pretend was the name of the game... pretending to love me while in mind always holding on to her.

"Shes just a friend!" He'd yell, taking me for ignorant and naive, believing I would trust every word he said to me.

He doesn't know...
I saw him with her just the other day, brushing her hair from her cheek to stare into her eyes and view her as he once viewed me.
He doesn't know I saw him kiss her so deeply that time slipped away and I watched as he slipped closer to her and further from me.
He thinks me ignorant, thinks me naive.
He doesn't know, I know!

I knew before he gained the courage to say what was all ready evident in his eyes staring blankly through me.
I loved and he loved another.
It was cold...in that room...in life... in my heart the day he admitted what I knew all the while but wanted to deny.
My heart cried, he smiled weakly, uncaring, I wasn't what he wanted or needed, but he was my everything.
He didn't care that I still needed him.

"Shes much more then a friend, shes what I've been missing, shes exactly what I need." He said to me so coldly, as if reciting words of a script he'd said time and time before.

He didn't know...
How my heart broke and crushed with those words.
How those words seemed the finale of my soul.
He didn't know... I knew...Before he left me for her!
He didn't care that it killed me to know he never cared.