Does she make you wonder?

What do you need me to say,
As I stand here, listening to your blasphemous declarations?
You tell them she's younger, she's everything.
She's prettier, I've seen too.
Extremely mesmerizing to the eyes.

I know you've been to her apartment thrice in the last four days,
Now you tell them you didn't want to seem desperate on the fourth day, but,
She makes you see heaven, you vouch.

You're in love, you say again.
How?

I'm still standing outside your door,
Awestruck.
So it was indeed her.
She's not even smart, I've heard.
Even now you tell your friends she only eats takeout meals.
She can't make magic with Efo riro like you say I do.

She's just another challenge to you.
Can't you see she would bore you in no time?
Can't you see I've given it all I can?
Can't you see how I trust you so much?
How you made me ease into you and lose my damn mind?

I saw you with her two months ago.
She was smiling, arms crossed over her rich bosom, and
You had your hands deep in your hoodie pockets,
Lost before her eyes and obviously distracted,
Even if the sun was riding higher and scorching faces.
You just kept talking.
No, you kept wooing.
Smooth talker;
The low voice I loved to hear over the phone.
What had you been telling her?

Tomi had whispered to me.
Saying you fancied her,
But I laughed.
Swore you were only taking her for a ride,
And you'd soon return to me with gist.
You always did.
Told me how they fell for your charm;
How their wide eyed grins bored you
But you never came to tell me about her.

You told me other things,
You told me my dimples reminded you of happy things,
My mind pushed yours to edges,
And my lips made you wonder...

Was it before?
Or after I began trailing kisses on your chest?
Or when I let you do the same to me?
Did you quit wondering when there wasn't much to wonder about any longer?
Does she make you wonder now?

Your door is now wide open before me.
Sam is staring at me wide eyed.
You're right behind him,
And you know I know.

We lock gazes
I thought I'd be crying;
I could've sworn I felt tears streak my cheeks seconds ago.
My eyes are however now dried up
(Though my pillows would definitely get soaked tonight).
The pillow that now smells of you.
It reeks of crazy things you've done to me,

Yet you'd leave me to bury my face in it.
I know this as you hold my gaze.
You're not coming in with me tonight,
Not another night either.
You really fancy her.

What do you need me to say?
Did you get to fall out of love with me?
Did she use voodoo on you?
Are you joking around with me?
Do you need me to scream?!

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