Someone's

He is someone's
You know him and then I don't know you.
The way his hair feels,
and then I don't feel for you.
I know you.
I know you like I have known myself.

I have dug my heels back and held still-
felt hairs moving under my nails.
I was that good.

I would tilt my head back and somewhere,
someone would feel it.

I see your eyes and the way they lock.
I know your looks because I have given them.

I want to take your hands and undo them.
From someone else's pain.

I want to show you how my hands have stains.
How I can not just come clean.

How your smile frightens me.
Then reminds me.

Of someone else.