There are a lot
Who share your name
But none of them just like you
A lot have blue eyes
And a crooked smile
But none of them know
How to combine the two
And stop me dead
Take my breath
With their hands, or their looks?
You leave me gasping for air
A lot of them laugh
And joke with your wit
But none of them know
How to twist words just right
To jab me with a knife decorated
As dry humor and sophistication
A lot of them cry
Some of them stay distant
But none of them knew how to take an emotion
Twirl it around with a glimmer
Of what a future must look like
Dragging me along
Like a flea covered drop off
On the end of a string
Being drug behind by a boy who has declared he owns me
I’m his now
What he says goes
I whimper
Anything is better than
No home at all
No matter their name
Their looks
Some distant dna match to the man I’ve loved
They could never hurt me
Love me
Fuck me
Up
The way you can.
You could.
You do.
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