Lesbian Poetry

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sitting cross-legged in your room
we're talking
and I'm trying so hard to listen
but I am being distracted by my breaking heart;
from the words you're not saying.

as if sensing what I'm feeling
you take my hand in yours.
my heart swells
my thoughts cease
I wait for your next words...

Then she comes in through the door
and your eyes go from mine to hers and
in an instant I know...

I know 'I' could never make you smile like that.