Thursday, September 12, 2013

You touch my lips
with yours,
and I wonder if you touched hers that way.
That her, that pearl,
that girl you first mistook me for
under a drunken haze with a drunken gaze.

I never thought I would just appear in your heart
like a knot in your throat,
I knew it would take time.
I knew it would take time to replace whomever was there.

And have I? Have I taken over?
Have I erased wishful thinkings of little blonde girls
with little blonde curls?
Sorry, I know you like your hair straight.

You were not the only one
with an only love
before we met.
I, too, loved someone under the winter sun.
I, too, thought I was married.

The past is passed
and now we are the future.
I hope I am the one and only,
but I may just be the only one.

1 comment:

  1. My friend and I had this very interesting conversation on jealousy a little while back that this brought reminders of.

    We reached the conclusion that I'm not a jealous person at all, whereas she really was. She hated every single person that individual ever dated or liked. She would hate every single person that the individual would date or like, should they not work out as a couple. On the other hand, i was not at all muddled by such thoughts. I said that that the past makes the people who they are. And I am very secure that the present and future is mine and theirs (as in we are together, unbreakable). We also concluded that I was rather naive, so not sure whether we've gone a full circle!

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