I've always known you.
For the past few months, you're all i've experienced.
I saw another though,
he sparked my interest.
You thought I was replacing you,
but I would never.
I was merely exploring different things.
He was nothing like I had ever experienced.
Rough and tough and soft and meek,
all at the same time.
Nothing like the broken little heart of yours.
I was infatuated by every aspect of his being.
The way he walked, talked, functioned, and gleamed.
You spent your time crying for me to come back.
But I wanted him now, and he wanted me.
You left me.
You wanted me to be with you more than you wanted me happy.
You forgot all the memories we made.
The afternoons we spent together,
and the songs we sang as loud as we possibly could.
You left it all, because he made me happy in a way you could not.
I love him, and you can't stand it.
I guess you're gone now.
I'm not sure if our paths will ever cross again,
but in case they do...
I would have never left you,
he still makes me happy,
but I still would have made time for you.
He's here to stay, of that I am sure.
So goodbye, forever.
You don't need me anymore.