long before I was dreaming of you
or knew the curves of your hips
and the smell of your hair
My heart is the second hand on your watch
that you don't wear
because you don't own one
I wish I was the girl
with glossy pink lips and sparkling blues
that I see when I look into your eyes.
She's perfect.
Your fist is curled around my fidelity
pointlessly.
I keep my heart in your shirt pocket.
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