It's hurting.
When she's sitting between us,
It's like we're strangers.
When she's touching your skin,
It's like you're in love with her.
When she's stroking your hair,
It's like she belongs to you.
When you talk about her,
You're smiling the whole time,
Like you can't think of anything else.
When she talks about you,
It sounds like,
You deserve someone better than me.
And when I tell you,
There's this happy smile on your face.
It's hurting so much.
Because I loved you first.
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Selfmade Love Poetry
PoetrySelfmade poetry about love, feelings , life and other stuff. I made everything by myself and hope you're enjoying reading it.
