together in a synchronized
union that almost
seems rehearsed it's so
beautiful.
You don't see that I
ache in the bottom,
confines of my heart to have
you as
you in the way I can feel
you need to be completed.
But in the outskirts I
watch you ask her out and
I cry because she isn't me.
I'm just the best friend
who gets the sloppy seconds
when she leaves you aching and lonely.




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