I know you love her, you love me too but just enough to keep me around.
You crave her and her touch and in my head it pounds.
You empathize her slow limped walk from the car crash a story of many I now know of because of you.
It really does make me fume.
You simply don't care just like you have been saying all along.
I play along, with your games.
Even when I'm in pain but I'll get used to it my bones will only get worse.
This love really is a beautiful curse .
I watch you hold her hands with comfortableility and I see how you look at her, a look I never will seem to get.
You carefully caress her hair when you bring her in to seal the room between the two of you.
It's not fair that I have to live like this is my tune.
You pat her back every time she coughs but I have to beg to feel your hand that are course with scars.
This love really is a beautiful curse