You talk about her,
all the time,
her smile,
her eyes,
her.

And now,
a week later,
you two are dating.

You stay up late with her,
the way we used to,
you whisper,
hold hands,
smile.

do you miss what we had?

wasn't i enough?

i wish i was enough.

i thought i was enough.

but you left me for her,
she isn't a ****,
or a *****,
she is
nice.

But i wish you stayed,
that you wanted me,
that you needed me,
that what we had,
was enough
for you.

But it wasn't.
and i am sorry.

I loved you,
incorrect.

i love you.

and you love her.