I get it that you love her
maybe I don't understand it
but I just thought that
as you were picking up her pieces
and plastering them onto your heart
that you would've at least
saved a spot for me
like I've always kept for you

I don't ask for the same parts of you
as she does
so tell me,
why is there only room for one?

I used to think that this wasn't you,
it couldn't be
but I guess
we're not always who we think we are

And if you had just tried
to reach a hand out before you left
you'd find another waiting

Know this isn't out of hate
this is coming from the times when you didn't show up
or answer a call
or send a message
this is coming from the times when you broke my heart
while you were trying to save hers