Coming in second place NEVER sat well with me
and although my love for you wafts thick
it's not thick enough to mask the pungent odor of the stale nothings you whisper in my ear
the rough edges of fingertips once soft caressing her mind
now weathered by the winds in your travels to be by my side
I can no longer oblige
I love you enough to give you time to finish it with her & with me begin to build
I love me enough to know that you never will...
(c)j.claude'10-Phoenix-
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