For Someone

I am not your equal;
I am ten times your better.
Hearts turn to paper and fold.

You see me in the street
I am two foot higher
On the surface we are cold.

Our faces did not meet.
You fell asleep in spite.

I am not your equal
I was born a different kind
Teardrops kiss the floor and die.

I think of you outside,
Under covers we are warm.
You will never enter here.
Lips close in private and melt.

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