Fresh out of jail - poem 6.666

I just had to see you with her. I couldn't look, its all kind of a blurr. She looked like a twig or a splinter, so thin in winter she withers, fresh out of jail, covered in blisters & funny thing, nobody missed her. Funny I got a bit nervous, I'm not even fucking doing this on purpose, I just wish she knew anything about us. It was pretty obvious, I'm sure she noticed, eitherway she makes me feel sick, rather ill , one of a kind, real looks to kill. i laughed pretending not to notice, she got so close to us, you go by all fast paced, like a rat lost in a race, ran right past, Not even a glance at my face, or near me now I am part of nothing wed ever be, not even a mere hello on a way to do your love crusted laundry, you're really missing out on something you'll probably never know. All because she came back & you claim you suddenly HAVE to go. Because thats where your heart is at? In the dark where no one can know. I don't think I ever believed that. You just keep on pathologically lieing, lieing just for yourself. The truth is just waiting patiently on your dusty shelf.