we shared the same bed,
we shared the same sheets,
but we do not share
the same heartbeats.
mine is too loud,
for it beats for you
and only you,
as loud
as the musics you play
while you are dancing
to perfrom.
yours is quite low,
for it has been with someone
for too long.
someone whom you truly love
and not you truly like.
someone who is your
only one
and that is not me.
for i am the number two,
an option,
a fallback.
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Thoughts After Sex
PoetryJust like 3 am thoughts but after sex. Start fucking: 8/14/17 Ended Fucking: 3/15/18