Eighteen

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I wake up
Anxiously
In the middle of the night
Longing, yearning
For his touch
For his arms around me
But instead
I could feel her
kissing the lips
I loved so bad
I could feel her
touching the body
I appreciated more than she
will ever do
She doesn't kiss
every part of him
Like I did
She doesn't hold him
wait for him
To fall asleep
And count his freckles
She doesn't stare
At the way
His mouth moves and curls
when he talks,
When eats,
When he drinks
She doesn't focus on how
His eyeballs move
ambitiously
when he watches
his favorite anime
She doesn't love every detail in him
Like I did
And she never will,
She doesn't care
And I can't stop caring.

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