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To the girl you love after me

You are so beautiful,
my chest stings looking at your pictures.

You are so intelligent, 
in ways I probably don't compare.

You hold his attention,
something I could never do.

You have the ability to make him stay loyal,
I envy that so much.

You probably make him laugh a lot,
he always hated his smile.

He says you understand him,
what don't I understand? 

You had the confidence I needed,
where can I get it?

He doesn't look at me with awe,
but then again he doesn't look at me.

He looked at everyone but me,
I must not be worth looking at.

You filled my space in his bed pretty quickly,
I hope my spot was cozy.

Your legs wrapped around him better than mine,
or thats what I imagined.

He didn't enjoy talking on the phone with me,
he enjoys talking to you though.

He didn't see a future with me,
but I'm sure he can see it with you.

He didn't ever really love me,
but he loves you.




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