I wish you looked at me the way you look at her.
She mesmerizes and calls to you in a way I never can.
Her beauty is superficial and only skin deep,
But you see her and cannot turn away.
I wish you listened to me the way you listen to her.
She will tell you anything you want to hear or know.
You hang on her words as if nothing else exists
And nothing else does when you are with her.
I wish you would spend time with me the way you do with her.
She has you when you relax and when you work.
You listen to her music as if I’m not around
And she is the only one you hear.
I wish you touched me the way that you touch her.
She is the one whose face you stroke with gentle caresses.
You love the way she responds to your fingers
And you cannot put her down.
Copyright © Laura Spears | Year Posted 2019
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