I've never been the type to grow jealous of another
But when i see you with someone else I cant't help but be botherd
I almost wish it were me
If I were theyIf only it was my name that you'd call out while in pleasure or in pain
Maybe if I confessed sooner things wouldn't be this way..
I just wish I were they
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Letters to You
PoetryThese are just small letters/poems to voice out my thoughts :)