I feel sorry for her. I truly do.

She thinks that it's only her, that I'm no longer a recurring thought in your head. How wrong she is. I know without a doubt in my mind, if I somehow appeared in your bedroom and you were guaranteed that she would never find out . . . well we both know what you'd pick. All of those I love you's and it's only you's that you tell her would be thrown away in exchange for our clothes thrown and scattered across the floor. I say this because it will never happen again, even though I'm sure you wouldn't mind if it did. The difference now is that I choose me and I no longer want you. I no longer WANT you. Why would I? Someone who is so easily able to kiss me and then immediately go home to someone else. But wait, I haven't gotten to the most horrific part yet. You are able to kiss her without the SLIGHTEST taste of regret or remorse on your lips.

How do I know that? Because you used to do that with me.

You are weak, you don't know how to love. I know this to be true because you were able to sit across from me at the coffee shop after trying to steal a kiss from my lips and then tell me that you loved her. I laughed. If that's love then I want no part in it. I looked you up and down and asked myself what I saw in you for so long. I thought of our relationship and my head began to swirl with the messages you would send . . . to girls that weren't me. So I asked you. "When did I become not enough for you?" You blinked and glanced down, unable to meet my eyes. "Taylor, you became too much."

You're **** right I did. Any girl who has self-respect, ideas in her head and love for herself becomes too much for you. You like easy, I will no longer shrink myself to fit into the mold you lay out. Poor you. Poor her.

I wrapped my arms around yours at the beach,
holding onto you.

Desperately trying to keep that moment alive,
for as long as possible.

Then I realized I wasn't even looking at the sunset,
I was looking at you.

You are my sunset.
Beautiful,
yet fleeting.

The waves crash
behind my eyes.
The wind howls
through my veins.
The rain pounds
on my heart.
But my lips mutter,
Don't worry
I'm fine.