How would you feel
if you were in
my position:
I’d like to see how you handled it.
People called me out
already, I’ve only known you
a few months.
It’s not what I feel
that bothers me. It’s the fact
that I do feel for you
at all.
I guess this letter
is going to be bitter, because I can’t stand the fact
that you’re with her, when I know I could give you
so much more.
I can’t stand the fact
you’d rather be with someone else
than with me, who lives
right next door.
I’m bitter because it makes me think
we could have had
each other, we were almost there.
I’m bitter because you’re getting the fairy tale
and it isn’t with me.
I wonder why
I feel this way, when you give me so much pain.
You’re scared
You’re shy
You’re insecure and yet
I’m scared
I’m shy
and insecure.
Do you remember that time
across the dinner table, you looked
at me.
You held my gaze
for a second longer than necessary. I hold onto the smallest things.
You looked
gorgeous that night, too.
I cried over you
and I hate myself
for it.
