how could you forget about me so easily?
i act like you ever cared about me.
god, i'm so ******* stupid.
at night i laid in bed restless,
wondering if i ever came across your mind,
wondering if you felt guilty knowing how much i wanted you,
while you were with him
creating memories,
memories i yearned to make with you.
now that he's gone, do you think of me at all?

i wrote a book about you
all while you were enveloped in his arms.
and i published it on the internet, hoping
maybe one day you'd come across it.
i thought that once i put it out there,
i had finally ridden you from my memory and heart,
but that's not true at all.
i still think of you, even when i'm with him.
now i'm the one feeling guilty.