Another night of hot, twisted, uncomfortable sheets
coiled like the muscles in my stomach
a red, pulsing, angry wound
that only I can feel
There was a love lost a thousand years ago
that soft aching that
swells inside me
throbs beneath the surface
sometimes bubbles over
when an imposter steps in
He's got the same hands,
the same gestures as you
the way his eyes fall on me
is familiar
the longing seems
believable
almost
But the closer I look
the more he becomes a stranger
cruel in the performance,
heartless in his distractions
a sad shadow of
a broken promise,
a love unfulfilled
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