I was fine.

Until I found out she’s touching you

and holding you

Making memories, and thinking about you

She’s laughing with you

And talking to you

Sharing jokes as you venture further inside eachother.

I was fine. I really was fine. Until you disrupted my worst day.

There’s 14,000 people confirming she’s the only one you’re dating.

I know you probably hate that.

Regardless, she’s the one

touching you, and holding you. Making memories and asking about you.

Laughing with you, scared about you, talking to you.

Sharing space in eachother’s minds, as you pack me up into your memories.

I ran out of patience, not love.

As much as I want to pretend this doesn’t sting,

I can’t shake the image of you.

Touching her, holding her, making memories, and thinking about her. Laughing with her, talking to her. Sharing moments as you drift further away from me.