I have moved on;
At least that’s what I kept telling myself,
But have my mind ever accepted what I say?
So, I decided to try a dating app,
Thinking, maybe this a great way,
Not just to confirm the closure,
And to reassure myself,
But to tell everyone else that I’m not someone who will remain on the shelf.
It’s a match!
My phone beeped,
This happened for a few times,
My confidence boosted twice,
And there was this one match catching my eye,
She looked exactly like you.
Who knew what was about to happen within a minute texting with her!?
Turned out she was not there for chocolate and flower,
A rare incident I encountered first hand,
A girl asking for a one night stand.
We met that night,
she greeted me with a smile,
but it wasn’t like yours;
travelling to the eyes.
Her pink cherry lips reminded me of you,
We kissed, and kept on kissing,
but when tongues collided, that spark was missing.
Eyes met when we were undressing each other,
She looked into my eyes but felt like she was watching someone else altogether.
I was making new memories with her,
But for the first time, I felt like I was fucking,
Just making more toes curl,
Not making love.
She wanted it rougher,
Maybe she wanted to her pain to heed behind those hickeys,
To reject the past like some myth.
But, I felt instead of forgetting, she was thinking more about him,
The guy she had recently broken up with.
But I can’t complain.
My body now had her
But it was you I was seeing in her face.
Was that hookup helping?
No, for sure,
I eat her but all I thought about was
I was recalling the way you used to bite your lips,
those facial expressions, that heavenly sight,
My body was with ‘her’ tonight,
even though it was you,
With whom I spend my night.
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