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How could I compete? Already it's the wrong question. I could never. I would never. 
You touched me in that moment. 
Panting in my ear. Hands gripping my thighs. You dug fingernails into my back. You used me in the best way. 
It was nothing special, but for the moment.. it was everything. Moments fade.
I call it quits before we could even deal. A royal flush for the ages.

She holds in her hands all you've ever known. Yet she is of little concern. I look you dead in the eye searching for a spark that wasn't there before that night. I find you cold in this winter morning. Maybe i need you to hold me a little more. Look at me like that was something different we did. Maybe I need you a little deeper.
Or maybe I'm tripping off what's in your pants. Perpetuating the love story I've grown to know. The one where I feel just...a liiittle..below trash, because your eyes don't turn in my direction these days. 
And when I need a little more, you say I'm drowning you. Like I shouldn't want more. Like more is for the bodies who don't live only to survive. 
I don't know how I learned this. To appease with a belly swollen from hunger. To writhe without a touch. 
I don't think I can do this here. Now. 
I have to choose me, especially when you do not.