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i don't want you

to kiss her,
be with her

touch her

know her
look at her, or
smell her.
feel her breath
on the hair
curling over your collar
as she inhales you.
i don’t want you

to listen to her pretty words,
her lilting voice

lying about me.

no, don’t draw her closer
to you, no don’t.
i dont want your gaze
getting entangled

in her long hair.
i dont want you

to want her,

the way i want you.