Someone else’s arms,
Leaning into his arms, and knowing that I won’t be rejected
His hand on my leg, nothing intruding
A gentle comfort
It’s almost normal.
And I didn’t even think of you when I kissed him goodnight.
The emancipating feeling of knowing that there really is other people
It isn’t just the two of us in this world, as you have so clearly tried to show me.
There are plenty of guys for the both of us,
But there has never been enough of me for you.
Never.
I’ve never had what you wanted.
But it’s okay, because maybe he won’t be disappointed in me.
And if I’m lucky, he’ll help me forget.
Please…..let him help me forget you.
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way to go!!
like how this poem creates a physical and comfortable image of life with the new guy then chides the old one for imprisoning you in his repressive world, yet there is a hint of longing that creeps in towards the end. love the final line - they are perfect:
"And if I’m lucky, he’ll help me forget.
Please…..let him help me forget you"
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