I can taste her on your lips.
I can smell her in your hair.
I can feel her on your skin.
I can hear her hushed voice on the phone when you think you're alone.
I can see the bug she's planted in your mind, how do I remind you that I'm yours?
When I look deep into your eyes, I can sense that you don't see the universe in mine.
When you look into her eyes, can you see me?
Or have I been completely erased from your memories like an old book that just didn't quite meet your standards?
I was so fixed on your luring words that my eyes adapted a lens to filter out the blood curdling monster within you.
If it came down to you choosing her or me, please choose her.
I would rather be independent than being a hesitation between a woman you've just met.
Go ahead, take her hand and look into her eyes.
Say the lovely things you said to me.
Buy her all the small gifts and all the sweetest treats.
I suppose that she has something in her eyes that are not in mine.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
