I believe I know this man
He has clicked inside of me timeously like a clutch pen
I have tasted the cold of his ego
Faint love that was only touch and go
Held his hand a few times
But every day I was the one to pay the fine
I have kissed his cracked lip in winter
Oversaw his flaws with a filter
Gave my body away an extra mile and a meter
And I was blinded to believe the limit was sweeter
Yes, I have met him in the past
I recognize his smell of raw passion covered by lust
The lies that I fell to trust
But he doesn’t recognize my resemblance even through a clear glass.