Bitterness
With prefect subtlety
It creeps in.
Woven in the words that you speak;
A part of the air that you breathe out.
Like a fading scare
I'm subconsciously aware
Of its presence,
But don't notice it seep inside me.
Then without warning,
It takes control.
Small things built up over time;
Slowly breaking down my trust.
I begin to question,
I started to doubt,
What you really think of me.
Little moments replay in my mind.
I take a step back
And realize its effect
Something seemingly small
Destroyed something so beautiful.
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