“In With the Old”
He looks at the girl
Because she looks
Nothing like Her.
He holds the girl’s hand
Because she doesn’t
Feel the same.
He believes the girl
Because she doesn’t
Lie like Her.
He shares with the girl
Because she doesn’t
Scorn the same.
She is nothing like Her.
He smiles at the girl’s name
Because it is
Nothing like Her’s.
He stares into the girl’s eyes
Because they never
Look the same.
He holds the girl’s body
Because it is
Nothing like Her’s.
He listens to the girl’s voice
Because it never
Sounds the same.
She is nothing like Her.
How can he love this other girl?
He hurts because he loves Her,
And so he needs the girl.
But she is nothing like Her.
How can he love the girl?
I want to be Her.
But I am just this other girl.
Damn Her.
