i know it's not my right to want you like that.
you don't belong to me.
but every time i see you take her hand or pull her close,
i want to clench my fists and scream.
because every time i realize that she belongs to you and i don't,
a little piece of me breaks.
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lackluster dreamings
Poetryin which inner thoughts are brought to life upon a page. poetry.