I want to know if he kisses her the way he kissed me.

If he sighs at the touch of her lips.

If he moans with the sway of her hips.


The problem is,

I know he does.


I wonder if he knows that I left my heart under his covers that night.

If he knows that it felt like he slammed it in a door.

If he knows that I'd still give him more.


 The problem is,

I doubt he does.


Does he think about how happy we were after the night spent under the moon.

When he told me that his father turned on a dime.

When we kissed for the first time?


The problem is,

I know he doesn't.


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