On the day we started
I asked about the girl you loved first
you spit her name like it was the nastiest thing you ever tasted
and I told myself that maybe,
you now hate her too much to still be in love
But on the days that came
after seeing you again and again
I noticed how you no longer mention about the pain
Upon knowing you more
I knew too that behind the bitterness
for the girl you loved first
lies longing and thirst for her presence
You never dared say it out loud
but you miss her
and you are hoping to find
something in me that she once had.
Well, it would be nice to call you mine
but I won’t be a patch to your heart
I won’t pretend to be someone that I am not.
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