Ginger Gray · Jan 26, 2012
I know

You don't love him like I do.
              I love
                  his
              eyes
                  his
              hands
                  his
             wrists
                  his
             nose
                  his

             heart

I know him better than you do
             I know how he love
I know the words he says
             I know how he deals with
the pain
            Pain caused by
                      
            me.

 
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