All But the Heart
He told me one day
that he used to have
a thing for this headstrong
smart and independent girl
whom he used to take walks with
at odd hours of the day
and that he used to dream
about waking up next to her
and as he painted this picture
in my head, I saw her
and I thought to my self
I used to know that girl
She and I used to have
great talks and she used
to have radiant eyes
but now they are sunken
and dry
because she spent nights
thinking about all he does
and about he gave all
but the one thing
she longed for
and how gentle and intimate
he can be
and also scared
and webbed in his past
She spent mornings
watching him sleep
and whispering to him
all that she couldn't
to his listening ear
She wanted him
She wanted all with him
but he seemed conflicted
and every time they talked
it was with unfinished sentences
and chosen words
caving from the real ones
but she drew her heart out
and dictated its desires
and every time she looked at me
her reflection haunted me
because its all I see
each time i peek into the mirror
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