i am sure you love the way her hair falls over her shoulder
you love the way she sings when your windows are rolled down
the way she plays with your dogs
the ways she rubs your pinky with hers
the way you want her to rub other parts of you
does her art inspire you?
are her passions impassionate?
have you cleaned her and brushed her hair as she wept?
is she the same woman i was?
i am just a copy of someone you want
a coy so you can decide if you want to deal with girls like me
a body to be your playground
a mind for you to twist and figure out just what nerves to hit
has she filled all of the empty spaces you wanted from me?