Her lip quivers
Shivering at the injustice
he threw her a few minutes ago.

I stand quietly beside
The red chair
Watching crystalline people
Pretending I am not waiting for you

Back to her he went
Like a child to a favorite toy
Forgetting how many broken toys
Are in his past.

I watch him as he uses her
A weapon against any kind of love

I see her, flaring tender jealousies
Willing herself to love harder

I want to gather her
Hug her like a child
Ask her why he captivates her.

And then I remember,
Being fourteen.