You are the voice inside my head
A lift of your brow melts my
heart
The memory of shared magic
Sparks verbal intercourse in my
hands
He is my first love
So effortless
Then there is he
A casual flirting star
I crave his smile
And our wits interlock
Yet I am inferior
And this fuels my passions
The former is cool in person
Yet warmly familiar in private
The later will acknowledge me
Yet makes no motion to move
To cling to the past
Hypocritical
To lust for a new reward
Petty and cruel
Easier to fall back
The thought makes me smile
An upward climb to the future
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