Yet with every flicker
of my heart (which
the flickers of his eyes),
I know that it is not right. 
We are not right. 
But how could that be so?
He makes me feel loved
and wanted
and beautiful
and so protected. 
Everything you
didn't make me feel. 

Yet with every flicker
of my eyelashes
meeting his reassuring gaze,
I know he is more 
than you could ever have been.


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