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you were a good fuck man, but i must confess every time we hooked up i couldn't help but think of him.
and to all the other men who tell me that i'm beautiful or sexy just so they can get into my pants, you are not him.
those men don't weasel their way into my pants though, i let them.
i let them fuck me so that i don't have to feel the gaping emptiness in my soul that only he can fill.
you are not him.
and it's fucked up that i compare all of the men ive fucked to him but i can't help it.
he won't slip out of me, won't hurt me when i'm on top
and maybe he's the right person wrong time but no matter how many woman and men that i fuck
you are not him.
and you will never be
you cannot compare to the man who actually makes me feel something
you were fun though
it wasn't that you were bad in bed you just weren't him
and it's selfish of me to think you could fill the void in my stomach
the void that not even he can fill