I'm not sure what I'm furious at,
Not anymore,
The quiet sounds,
Of your footsteps,
Slipping out the door,
Or the woman,
Who has become your new whore,
Blatantly flaunting it,
In my face,
Every time I see her,
Walking round the same town,
Same department stores,
I'm not sure what I'm furious at,
I knew you didn't care,
Not for a long time already,
Not anymore,
And I was ok with that,
Continued with my life,
Babysat your brat,
From the woman before,
Staring the future in the face,
Bleak as before,
Yet it wasn't that,
That broke down my walls,
I'm not sure what I'm furious at,
But I know you will pay for this,
And more.
~Rei Shiori
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