Contrary to holding on

Heat warmed the top of my cheeks spreading down to my ears, a covert wildfire. 

Heart thrumming a constant beat. 

Sweat pooled in the creases of my forearms, drifting down the path to my palms. 

A pulse thundering under the curve of my neck, the base of my throat alive. 

Your eyes followed the arch of her back instead. 

Tracing the way it undulated down to her taut thigh. 

The light across her face reflected bright in your eyes as you looked at her with need. 

The need to know, your curiosity an undeniable force pulling her closer to you. 

As she reeled in, losing sight in your eyes and the curve of your smile. 

A conversation flourished as I shrunk away, the warmth receding

Envy a paltry replacement burning hot with fervour. 

I let you go that day. 

And the day after and the one after that. 

The bite of jealousy painful as it sinks its teeth under my skin woven with non-chalance.

Driving me insane, day after day. 

Night after night.

The uncertainty wrought across the bow of your lips, never enough.

Letting you go is a torturous release, worth the regret that I felt within.

Worth the tears staining the white of my bed linen.

Worth the throb of my core in its hollow cave.

copyrightⒸ2020 Mnemoyne

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(A/N: I can't leave my readers without a dumb note can I? Getting over crushes is such a pain and I wanted to write about it. Hope you could relate, even if only barely to this weird poem thingy.)