Hour Three

Do You?

I sit at the table holding my breath,
as you give me another one of your
backhanded compliments.
Do you still love me?

I watch you as you play your video games,
ignoring me as I ask you multiple times
if we need anything else from the store.
Do you still love me?

I listen as you yell at me
for the hundredth time. Telling me
you hate that I write about you.
Do you still love me?

I sit in my car at the store,
crying, because I never do anything
right, anymore.
Did you ever love me?

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