It’s Not You

I refuse his touch because it’s not you holding my hand.

I refuse his kisses because it’s not your lips exploring mine.

I refuse their musings of love because it’s not coming from your mouth.

Then one day you asked me why I reject all my lovers.

I just stared at you and said,

“Because it’s not them, because it’s you that I love.”

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