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If I don’t love you,
then why,
darling,
explain to me why,
do you look so gorgeous?
Violet light,
weaving itself through strands
of golden hair.
If you don’t love me,
then why am I the first person you look at
when you walk into the room?
Some sort of something
in your eyes
as they dart away from mine.
I forget to breathe.
I see you walk out,
pretending not to notice you.
Pretending not to notice
how your eyes flick to me as you sit
carelessly
with the sun and the blue sky.
I caution a glance
as I walk away.
I don’t love you?
I don’t love you.
P.S. Yes, this one’s about the academic rival.