an inconvenient attachment

i glance down at his hands

but they do not hold mine

it's someone else

 

i look into his eyes

but his gaze does not hold mine

it's someone else

 

i look at his scrapped knees

but he has not fallen for me

it's someone else

 

it's always

always

someone else

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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