He aches for you
He sees your face in mine
My laughter is your voice to him.
What happens if you snap
your fingers
And back he runs to you?
He worships you
Cries your name in sleep
My lips and arms and all besides
Does he imagine you
In my place?
He pauses when you're spoken of
Plays angry, but I see through
And hold on, oh so fearfully
To his secondhand heart he gave to you.
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