Her/Me

I wonder what it’s like

to be her.

Stand in front of

her mirror

and spray my hair with

her smell.

 

i want to wear her clothes

and lay in her sheets.

I want to wear her clothes

and scratch her skin.

Know her head

read her mind

swim in her thoughts.

 

I want to fit

in her pocket

deep in

her jeans.

know her

from the inside

live in

her

dreams.

 

 

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