rupi if she were male would be like 
I know she thinks of the man she loves,
her once situation that ghosted her,
her man between the second and third time I met my now her…we’ve been unlabelled till now,
the point, 
burying my head, 
into corners of her neck
all while…
she envisions the face of another.

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lol this is deep af, but also kinda real. love how u captured the messy feels of love n labels. keep it up! 👏❤️