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She's his favorite place in the world
while you're just a souvenir shop,
selling tears and scraps of poetry,
a lasting reminder of the fact he's loved
and you aren't.
Your body is the ancient language that
only he can ever speak fluently,
curling vowels over his tongue like
snakes that bore into you like
he himself once did.
You wonder if she falls asleep with
the thought of him on her mind.
Waking up to face him in the world
you miss dearly.
You smell her scent on him and
recall when you used to
borrow his scarf, just to sniff his
aroma and have a piece of him there,
never far away.
You imagine his hands, his fingers,
sinking into her flesh and wondering
if she feels better than you,
if he feels her and remembers the outline
of your figure.
You search and search, trying....
Finding a missing link, tracing
the steps she took in her overtaking of you,
wondering if she is always destined
to win the race.
You fall into a deep slumber,
full of him and wondering if
you mean anything at all to him any more
or if all you are to him...
Is dead.
Like you feel yourself.

Description
She's his favorite place in the world
while you're just a souvenir shop,
selling tears and scraps of poetry,
a lasting reminder of the fact he's loved
and you aren't.
Your body is the ancient language that
only he can ever speak fluently,
curling vowels over his tongue like
snakes that bore into you like
he himself once did.
You wonder if she falls asleep with
the thought of him on her mind.
Waking up to face him in the world
you miss dearly.
You smell her scent on him and
recall when you used to
borrow his scarf, just to sniff his
aroma and have a piece of him there,
never far away.
You imagine his hands, his fingers,
sinking into her flesh and wondering
if she feels better than you,
if he feels her and remembers the outline
of your figure.
You search and search, trying....
Finding a missing link, tracing
the steps she took in her overtaking of you,
wondering if she is always destined
to win the race.
You fall into a deep slumber,
full of him and wondering if
you mean anything at all to him any more
or if all you are to him...
Is dead.
Like you feel yourself.