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Apr 2014
I'm in the bed of a boy who barely knows my last name,
He doesn't know my favorite color or my favorite kind of flowers but he knows the way I taste after I've had a couple drinks,
I am thinking of you while kissing his lips,
He doesn't know the color of my eyes but he knows the color of my skin where my tan line ends,
He touches my skin and all the places you once discovered and I can't help but feel disgusted with myself after he finishes,
He slides his tongue through the place I only allowed you to kiss because I miss you so much I'll take whatever makes me feel the way you once did,
He kisses my neck while I lay emotionless wondering who you're doing this with tonight,
I look over at him while he drives me back home and I can't understand why I do this to myself,
He kisses my lips and I only taste the alcohol in my breath,
He doesn't know the way my eyes get heavy after I cry when I'm alone in my bedroom but he knows my awful drunken laughter,
I let him see my naked body but I could never let him see my naked soul the way you did,
I'm in the bed of a boy 5 years older than me because I need someone to love me back and this is the closest thing I've got since you left.
Esmeralda Reyes
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