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tamra arrroyo Aug 2014
i see it all the time. it's you. it's in my brain. it's your hair, and all the curls. it's your condescending dark eyes. it's your scarred up hands that i wish i would have held longer. it's your legs that are my favorite color, and *******, your jawline. it's you, i don't know why. it's all i hear inside my head; besides the beeping. constantly. it's all the words you've said to me, and repeated to her.  it's you, and i don't ******* know why. you are not good for me. i know it from the pit of my stomach, and im sitting here naked in my bed with the lights on, and i wish you were here. ever since that day i feel so numb. you made me feel something when your hand was up my shirt and your tongue was in my mouth, but now i'm so empty, and my ears hurt from hearing you say 'i love you' to her.
when i forgot what your voice sounded like even when it was bursting inside my ear drums

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