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profoundsavage:

I don’t know why I idolize

The eyes

That get to meet your gaze at two o’clock in the morning.

The honest hours.

The woman that lies next to you doesn’t know that

You used to say my name when you were lost in your sheets.

You haven’t told her how you used to think that our hands were made for

Each other’s grasp because my fingertips fell perfectly

Into the divots of your knuckles.

She doesn’t know that you used to exhale your deepest secrets

Into the nape of my neck or that you used to carry my dreams

When I was too tired to.

I envy that she gets to see you when you’re naked.

Stripped down- not of your clothes but of your insecurities.

I loathe her because she’s taking what used to belong to me and she doesn’t even know your mothers name.

Doesn’t know that you have two moles on the right side of your face,

One on your left ear and another

On the small of your back.

My day dreams are now her night jobs and I can’t help but

Wonder if she’s better than me,

Or if she was just more convenient.

You told me you’d wait for me forever but I guess you never considered that Expiration dates exist.

So now I’m left to wonder if I was just your Monday through Saturday fix while she was your

Holy Sunday.

You always admired things that were pure.

I guess that’s why I’m here in the depths alongside you

While you’re lost in chaos

With her above.

Pulling you out.

(via basedchild666)

playmate:

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Some girls are made of sarcasm and wine and everything is fine.

(via cryrachel)