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Jul 2014
To the shirtless man who fell asleep holding my girl

Ever since I fell for her I've dreamt of waking up to something beautiful

Something more glorious than a sunrise and more memorable than a sunset

Because its not something beautiful its someone beautiful

so seeing you get to live my fantasy was as if some imaginary trigger had been pulled

I felt the impact on my heart , the compression of my chest , the clenching of my fist , the gritting of my teeth , the churning of my stomach ... I was drowning

Cuz seeing your arm wrapped around her was as sickening as watching a venomous serpent entrench her body daring me to try and approach

But seeing her lay there with no remorse was as scarring as watching a mother sign her kid over to the state

But how can I blame you , you're just a man

Even I was pulled in by her gravity , held slave to her glittering gaze
I know the smell of her perfume and the streaks of her hair
I was paralyzed by her touch as if her hands were the controls to red light green light
I found my hands tracing every outline that made her up
so I can't blame you
Because she is as desirable as that forbidden fruit
And you ARE JUST A MORTAL MAN

But I thank you for living my fantasy
Because of seeing that
I am vindicated in my reality
Because while she was laying with you , I realized im as replaceable as this years iPhone ....
That when waking up to something beautiful you better let them know or they'll be waking up to someone else
Christopher Mata
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Christopher Mata  Texas
(Texas)   
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