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coffee black

by Emily Davidson

i know you fucked her.
i don't care about that part.

i want to know
if she satisfied you
in ways i am inept
or if when you layed
next to her
it felt
right

i want to know
if you let her spend the night
when the deed was done
and if you buried your face
in her neck
like you do to me

i want to know
if you got breakfast
in the morning
and if she knew your
favorite kind of bagel
and that you drink your coffee black

01/18/2007

Posted on 01/19/2007
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 01/19/07 at 03:14 AM

The worst kind of same is knowing someone else can be what we were....I hate that 2

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