The Lover

The phone calls late at night

Blowing up the cell

Text messages

Sleep with your phone 

Under the pillow

Lest she read

And know

And then one day

The lover texts her

"What's up bitch"

You know

She knows

She always knew

She won't complain

She hopes this time

You'll stay

With her

Your lover

But you always 

Come home

Again

and

Again

She will have to leave

To be free

She knows

You know

You always knew

You complained

Because this time

She won't come home

You can't be

With her

Again

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