While I was sleeping

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 We fell into each other last night like all those nights we had before 

But we both knew it was different

I kept kissing your cheeks and whispering in the dark to you

And you just tucked my body into yours and told me to go to sleep.

And maybe you thought I was sleeping 

But I felt you kiss between my shoulder blades multiple times, 

Tap your feet against mine

Curl your fingers around mine.

Somewhere between morning and the end I could feel your nose at the nape of my neck telling me that the way I smelled was comforting, as you pushed my hair off my face. 

You fucked me under the premise that it was making love and now despite the fact that you’re familiar with the most intimate parts of me,

You used my formal name on the phone and couldn’t even muster an apology.

And it was somewhat like dejavu

About this time of year 

Telling a man I loved on the phone that I wouldn’t be a choice, a hesitation. 

And you were always asking for a poem 

For me to write to you 

So here it is

Along with all the others.

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