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Inspired by someone else's catharsis [so to speak].
A poem, miss Aminah, just for you.
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He'd never know how unworthy she felt when she saw him smile within his own circle. His comfort zone, the group of people "he'd never love like he (tried to convince her he) loved her."

She'd never be that to him. She'd never be able to travel with him- not for a long time, anyway- like his friends did. They'd never have the silly jokes and the fond memories of so long ago.

When she went places he'd been, she saw his vapor trail woven through the City- yes, THE City, the city that was to be her city, but he beat her to it- and all he could do, she assumes, is think about how much of an experience it'd been with them.

With her. (X)
With him. (Y)

He'd rather go with them, wouldn't he? Wouldn't it make him happier?

Faceless names, nameless faces, that's all they are to HER, but whether or not X and Y still mean something to HIM is nothing more than a mystery.

Rather, X does (maybe) but Y doesn't, because she confirmed this in her subtleties.

By the way, "them" isn't an interchangeable term in the average person's vocabulary, but for him, he's either got a lot of "them" or he merely changes his top friends on MySpace every day.

Why wasn't he... no, why wasn't SHE here sooner? If they were fated to be together, don't you think fate wouldn't have been so untimely?

"Love's a bitch," she says, "because when you know you love someone more than they give you a second glance, well... you just have to deal with it."

Glance her way for a change.

fin.
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Depending on who interprets this to be about whom, it could be taken as VERY bitchy.
That's why I leave interpretation up to you.

If this disappears in a few days, it's been moved to my LiveJournal.

-CS.