You went to a bar
On Christmas night
I woke up that morning
My heart telling me
Something wasn't right
I could see you w a girl
With glossy hair
Chatting starts off
Nonchalantly
While I silently stare
Both naively unaware
That your brother
Had purposely
Brought her there
So cool and slightly withdrawn
With a white t-shirt on
Hair slicked back
Using your mouth
To pull a Marlboro
Out of your pack
The conversation gets deeper
Opinions start to click
It's not long
Before the intimacy
Begins to drip
A description
Of my biggest fear
To lose you
Quietly and suddenly
Seems to be forming
Crystal clear
I watch you
Light her cigarette
My guts cringe
It's only I
Whose supposed to know
What you're hoping to get
All this
Falsely playing out
While you innocently slept
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