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Her.

Were her lips like mine?
Did she taste like me?
Did she touch your skin and kiss your cheeks?
Did she look at you how I used to
Not only into your eyes but deeply gazing through?

I wonder if she knew how you liked to be kissed
She probably found out
As your tastebuds mingled and your fingers entangled
The realization probably came about
As all of our memories crash into her abyss as you entertained her awaiting pout

Did she run her fingers through your hair?
How can this be fair?

I know it's not my place to say since things had already ended
But I refuse to leave my broken heart entirely undefended
I thought you cared about my soul and I thought you knew what was best
But yet you let your second best rest her hands upon your chest

You say you still want me but how can that be true
If your rosy lips so willingly pressed against somebody brand new's ?

I hope that my scent overwhelmed you with every breath you took
I hope that her eyes morphed into mine with every gaze and look
I hope that her skin was rough and made you miss my touch
Oh god I hope that you missed me, as much as I did, SO much

Yet, the question still remains..

How can this be fair?
I know that if I did that to you it would be more than you could bear
So foolishly I trusted you with my beaten and broken heart
Little did I know as soon as we ended you had already begun to start..