a poem…
untitled her
I’m tired of swimming in love
& drowning in her.
She’s looking for him
& I can’t find a replacement
or even a look-a-like
to fill the space she refuses to fit.
It’s in her eyes
but she has it avoid her lips,
so how can mine even travel there?
Not that there’s a need,
I know she hears it in half my words
feels it in my every touch,
why else venture to daydream,
“naked you’re still a girl.”
It’s the sex that scares her
a fear I can’t quiet
a desire I can’t embrace.
So a could be lover is trapped
in the shell of best friend;
in love with the impossible
and still seeking that replacement
or just a look-a-like,
someone else to place
the burden of my love on
and around.
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