I was mad because I wanted you to myself
I wanted you the way she has you now
I needed you but you needed her
I unzipped the pocket in my worn out heart
You know the one that has the small hole in it
Just enough to stick the tip of your finger insideYes that one
I unzipped it and opened it
And there was your heart inside of mine
I handed back to you your possessions only to see you smile
You were my reason but maybe that was wrong for me
Of me
You were my reason my words were spoken out loud
You were my audience
You listened to the words i had never heard myself say
You were the first
I feel as though you raped me for my spoken word virginity
I mean it was my first time
The first these words
My words leaped off the pages of a binded composition notebook
I read them to you
Didn’t you hear me
I never looked at it as you taking from me
You left me empty
Stolen the only love I had known of
We loved each other mentally
You dreamt of our bodies conversing intellectually
We were so focused on the mind of the other that we lost time
You were my best friend
So I sat back as you walked across the room and placed your valentine heart in someone else’s box
I watched as she caressed the cheek of the man who had stolen his love from me to give to someone else
Her
