The Other

by Feyd - Cancer

So, what's his name?
He good lookin'?
He pay for you?
He open that door to your heart?
He clean your wounds?
He embrace all your colors?
He promise to be faithful?
He a nice fella?
He fill the void?
He good in bed?
You ever compare us?

You miss me?
You remember my face?
My smell?
My kiss?
My moodswings?
My coccoon?

I'm there now
Searching in the dark
Replaying
Revisiting
It's never quite true to form
My mind loves to fill in blanks
So I sit in the abyss of my fiction
and wonder
Question my jealousy
My pains
Do I really feel like shit?

Nahhhh, only by comparison
For I am a late bloomer

My spitefull friend on my shoulder
can't wait for you to ask these questions
when my wings take flight

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2000-11-21 16:53:33
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:03
Poem ID: 58548

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