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It's an acid Bitter, mordacious, caustic A hot and writhing serpent in my gut It's jealousy She's gorgeous funny charming extroverted I don't really care about that Except I wonder if you do. because you know what else she's got? She's got your inside jokes your banter  your smile your laugh your glances across the room Does she have you? ~ Do you remember our inside jokes? our banter? our looks? I dream of your smile.  do you remember mine? Can you talk with her?  You are one of the few who can argue (successfully) with me. I can recall your thoughtful look. You always understood me. Does she, you? ~ I shouldn't be jealous. You were never truly mine.  You never so much as tried to hold my hand.  much less kiss me,   or more. But, knowingly or not, you hold a piece of my heart. I think there might be  a hole in your pocket,  because my heart is slipping. It feels trembling and small and -worst of all- helpless ~ Do you know? Do you realize? What you do to me? ~ Does she have you?
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
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It's an acid Bitter, mordacious, caustic A hot and writhing serpent in my gut It's jealousy She's gorgeous funny charming extroverted I don't really care about that Except I wonder if you do. because you know what else she's got? She's got your inside jokes your banter  your smile your laugh your glances across the room Does she have you? ~ Do you remember our inside jokes? our banter? our looks? I dream of your smile.  do you remember mine? Can you talk with her?  You are one of the few who can argue (successfully) with me. I can recall your thoughtful look. You always understood me. Does she, you? ~ I shouldn't be jealous. You were never truly mine.  You never so much as tried to hold my hand.  much less kiss me,   or more. But, knowingly or not, you hold a piece of my heart. I think there might be  a hole in your pocket,  because my heart is slipping. It feels trembling and small and -worst of all- helpless ~ Do you know? Do you realize? What you do to me? ~ Does she have you?
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
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