Last night I stayed up,
Wondering was it someone better
I lost you to?
Was it as effortless as the sun burying its head in the horizon every twilight,
To rest from its woe?

Was it as smooth as the sweet nothings you have been feeding me?
Tell me,  darling,
Was it worth it?

Last night I stayed up,
Writing down all the truths I have been told,
And how in the end, your single "people change"
Struck out every one of them.
My faith was always a slippery pathway,
But I never did not believe in you.

Guess I just never learn.

Last night I saw you with her,
Laughing, talking about things "I would just not get"
And I did not really feel much different,
Just a bit out of breath, and that's the usual for me.
You  should know,
Since you were the one who threw me underwater.

How many more moments before my love for you anchors me down, forever?

Last night, I decided I just did not want to be the words anymore,
But the poet.
Just because my poem of loss,
Reminds you of her, does not make my words some traitor.

You were too lost catching the occasional glances she throws your way to appreciate all the moments we could have created our eternities anyway.

Last night I came upon a conclusion
That it was everyone I lost you to,
And hence no one in particular.
You're a like kid running after a butterfly,
You either crush it, or, let it go when it's in your reach
Never knowing how to hold it,
Or me,
Or her.