She knew the feel of stubble on the curve of his jaw in the morning.
and the scent of his sweater on a lazy day.
She knew the way his eyes crinkled when laughter built in his chest.

She knew every story to every scar
and the gentle touch of his hands.
She knew his favorite time of day and night.

She knew the way his lips would smile against hers
and the way he would whisper sweet nothings against her ear.

She knew the times when he would come back late.
She knew his habits
and the times when he would lie.

She knew the that look in his eye
the one she had never seen before.

She knew the unknown scent against his skin
and the sweat in his brow.

She knew his buttons were undone
and his eyes would never meet hers.

She knew what he had been doing
in the late hours of the night.

She knew that he was no good for her
no, not at all.

But she also knew the stubble on the curve of his jaw in the morning.
And she knew the way he liked his coffee
and the scent of his sweater on a lazy day.

She knew he was like a drug for her
But she stayed anyways.

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