eventually
everyone
will find someone better,
over and over.

its 1am and I’m sitting here
scratching my face
lowkey hating the way I look
and when I look in the mirror I wish I could see what you see in me

I've been staring at the word
"online"
under your contact name
for the past hour
its staring back at me
I'm desperately waiting for a reply
(nothing)
i let jealousy take me over
because I know you're texting her
instead of me.

when you left
I searched every object in my room
because maybe one of them
still contains your smell.

stepped on
was the flower,
little did she know
she could grow back
and maybe become even more
graceful than she already was.