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Cheating On Rodger

I see them in the dead of night,
Gleaming through thick black;
Piercing into each fiber and skin.
Across the canvas I fly to them
And listen closely to your breathing,
Whispering back words that blush.
As I lay limp in the cold of my bed,
I want to cry at the empty thing beside me;
Staring at me and cuddling close like a child.
My loving stuffed thing of dire care,
Sometimes I just pretend it's you and kiss it
Just before bed as a saying of Good Night Darling.
When the green of iris' glow beside my head
I know that you are still with me, hon.
Watching the guard to be sure I am surely safe,
The dark and shadows can be such lonely things
That hurt and remind me of dark with that demon.
Reaching out my hand to yours it goes right through,
You are always a figment of my lofty imagination;
Sitting quietly at the edge of my bed to weep into.

I turn over silently,
Hold tightly against Rodger
Who wants to run at realization.

While my breath gets snipped,
I notice the feeling in my gut;
Cry softly beside myself and cover my smiling mouth.

It's moments like this I enjoy,
Where all I have to do is be calm for awhile;
To realize--

I've always loved you.