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He sleeps
He lays next to me.
Sleeping Silently.
I turn to face him
And rest my hand on his chest.
I feel his heart beating.
He's real. He's alive. And he's mine.
But nothing lasts forever.
Sooner or later he will get bored.
Sooner or later he will get sick of me.
Sooner or later he will realise I'm not worth it.
I never am. And never will be.
Sleeping Silently.
I turn to face him
And rest my hand on his chest.
I feel his heart beating.
He's real. He's alive. And he's mine.
But nothing lasts forever.
Sooner or later he will get bored.
Sooner or later he will get sick of me.
Sooner or later he will realise I'm not worth it.
I never am. And never will be.
Published 8th Oct 2015
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