once in a while
they’ll ask me if i’m over him
then casually shifting the topic
to the new girl
he’s been hanging out with.
Like how she was
the epitome of the girl of his dreams
how she could have made any man
yield to her desires
how he wished I could be more like her
My friends inconsiderably talking about him
while I bite my tongue
hoping they would stop for a second
and think about how much this conversation
kills me more than my vices
He was the best mistake I made
falling for a man who smoked
his dreams to grey