Realitiless

Why'd you fuck her?
Why'd you fuck Sarah Stidman?

Was it because you knew I was watching and you knew it would hurt?
I thought you were holding my hand but you weren't holding my hand.
But it was your face. And you were so nice to me.
I was too concerned with watching you fuck Sarah Stidman to know.

And you were divided.
But the only you I cared to acknowledge was not the one cradling me to sleep.
Why did you do it? Why did you fuck her?
Is it because she was beautiful?
She is beautiful. Thin with wavy golden hair.
Light freckles kiss her cheeks which hold up two blue moons for eyes.

And you were crying with me.
At least some part of you was.
I barely would glimpse at your face because I was too busy staring.
Into the eyes of a betrayer.
The content eyes.

Somehow I'd wanted this.
This hurt. And it hurt.
But never mind all that.