I wonder how it feels to know that the couch you're sitting on is the same one your best friend made me scream on last night,
And I wonder if it would bother you that it's his hand that is ghosting across my hip bones now
It's too ******* bad if it does because you tossed me aside and I've made myself forget what your smile looks like and how your hands felt against my stomach, and I've cleared you out of my head
And replaced you with him.