I suppose the way I feel is unoriginal And the words I say are overused The “I love you”s are plain And the butterflies I feel when you’re near are recycled The things I thought were ours Were already yours And everything we experienced was and is a carbon copy of what you had with her Before you, I didn’t know what it was like to be held properly To be kissed softly To have the things I want to hear delicately whispered to me To have fingers trace patterns on my skin without purpose - There was so much I thought was ours So many places and moments and minutes And words you’ve said and things you’ve done But they were already yours So the way it feels when I relax into your arms when you hold me Or the way I hug you And the way I exhale when you kiss me And the way I look at you because I love you - It’s nothing new to you Sadly, it was new to me Thankfully, it was new to me. Now, my only worry is that your touch will seem foreign Your kisses will be rehearsed The words you’ll say are empty And worst of all I think - The way you look at me will be the way you looked at her And I’ll know.