I envy the way her lips press against your lips,
And the way the curve of her hips fits with your hips…
I hate how you found her, lying around waiting,
But I am aware, I don’t have a say in this.
Is she delightful? I’m sure that she is…
I bet she is delicate and so full of promise!
Do her eyes sparkle the way mine do?
Do her lips taste the same?
Do her words cut you, or is she tame?
I envy the time passed between our conversations,
Knowing you watch her with a different passion…
I hate how you hold her, how you kiss her goodbye,
I know when you’re truthful, but lately you lie.
I hope you are happy, now that you found this…
I will be gone now, that is my promise.
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