You say you're beyond a relationship
Yet when you describe Him
I'm it, he's me, and I wonder
What does it all mean?
Why am I found wanting?
Or why do you not considering me?
I'm passed over like that famous red line
Invisible to your heart, or maybe
Just so obvious a part of it
Not mentioned by your brain, maybe because
Your brain can't see part of itself
Atleast I hope I'm that integral that you don't
Notice me, and not that I'm just not important
















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