But It's Not You.

April 3, 2011
Mine and his, bodies close,

Pressd up against eachother.

Our fingers intertwined.

I can hear his heart below the music.

Were swaying back and forth.

My head against his chest.

I look in his eyes,

But they arent yours.

It should be perfect.

It doesnt feel right.

I'm sick to my stomache.

Only because its not you.

He's too tall.

He doesnt smell like the way you do.

Our hands dont fit together,

Not like they should.

His heart sounds too soft.

It's the wrong song.
His eyes... Are not yours.

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