What if that night meant something to me?
Though it meant nothing to you.
What if the taste of your skin was everything
The taste of mine was not.
What if the life that I wanted was in your eyes
But you couldn’t find yours in mine?
What if you have so many women after you
That I meant nothing to you.
Right now I don’t know what I want
But you aren’t one of them.
Josephine Ranes 
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