I saw you dancing with her last night. I saw you hold her the way you held me. I watched in agony, your every move cut into my heart, deeper and deeper. I bled in tears, until I couldn't choke anything up anymore. Now you come to me, concerned. As if you didn't know. When I push you away, you come right back. I almost believe you. Almost. "How dare you?" I spit. You pretend to be confused. How sweet. You run your finger through my hair, pleading with your eyes. I swipe away your hand. You look hurt. I hope you are. "You are a pig," I say, my voice is fiery and filled to the brim with anger and agony.