Breathless

I wish you talked about me

the way you talk about him.

You float through thoughts of him

while I drown in thoughts of you.

Your aching lungs are full again

and you swear you found your breath

at the first touch of his lips,

but really you stole it from mine.

This poem is about: 
Me

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