I figured I have to blurb before all my pieces, it looks short and simple but deeper than it seems on the surface to me anyways,
Woe is me for I am unloved,
I did it all
I spoke to her when I first saw her,
I called like I was supposed to,
I listened, I cared, I hugged, I cuddled, I kissed
Just the way the routine said
Now I'm outside the door and he's in the bedroom
I wonder to myself...
how after doing this dance, did I end up on this side of the door ?
why did I follow the routine in the first place?
If I was on the other side of the door would I still feel loved?
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