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What Does This Make Us?
I miss you
And I try and try to move on
I kiss him
It isn’t you
His hands grasp at my hair
I wish it were you
He touches my skin, whispers in my ear
I taste your name, I smell your smile
He says “I love you”
I whisper “you never will”
He takes my hand
I remember yours
He says my name
I fight back yours
He begs me to stay
I want to run to you
His eyes are small and dark
I see your warm kind eyes
He holds me close
I close my eyes and imagine
He asks “what does this make us?”
I hold you in my mind
He traces lines down my stomach
I whimper, “Nothing. This makes us nothing.”
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