Over and over again,
I'll watch us.
They way we looked at eachother,
the way we thought we felt.
I don't see me on you,
I see the other girl.
With pale skin,
blond-brown hair,
glasses, lip ring.
Tattoos.
That is the other girl,
she always has been.
The way she looked up at you,
was as if asking for your approval.
With a smile you'd given it to her.
She put parts of you in her mouth,
giving you more and more.
I could almost see a smirk cover her face,
she certainly knows what she's doing.
If she were to enjoy herself once more,
that was the perfect time.
You threw her to her back,
placing your head between her legs.
You've got her where you want her as you yell her name,
until she looks at you, as if her heart had stop.
What name, did you just call out?
The tears streaming down her face,
would confirm it was my name instead.
Then the picture goes black.
I see the date on the cover,
It wasn't long after,
she'd taken her life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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