a chasm deep in my chest
opened up
when i heard you moved on.

that you have a new ******* your arm now
that she has glasses, is short-- kinda
kinda reminds me of me

maybe, maybe
she reminds you of me,
who knows?

but thinking of you holding her in your arms the way you used to,
her fingers trailing your collarbone the way i did,
laying kisses down on it as if she was walking down the line
the way i used to...
you, stealing her away from a quick embrace in a dark corner, a long, passionate and forbidden kiss masked by the darkness and away from the bleary lights

will you love her the way you never did me?