He Doesn't Compare.
When you're with me,Forget your best friend;
What we used to be
And all he's seen.
Ignore where his hands have been,
Forget the looks he gave.
Memories that only linger
Won't take back his greedy fingers.
Don't think about his mouth
And what it has kissed.
Don't worry about his dick
And what it has missed.
Fore he isn't you,
Nor you are him.
I love the things you do.
It makes me forget all of them.
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