it’s the small things, my Love 

the way you flip your hair, 

turn the channel, 

casually smirk, 

call me by my name and

turn around in this moment

begging you for accountability, 

my brothers and sisters. 

the way you say you Love me, 

but clearly do not. 

it’s the small things, my Love.

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