by nature, i've never been a jealous woman. for lack of a better word possessive fits the bill so, i guess what ignites this fury within is knowing that i'm the sole reason why you're no longer mine.
because, i know deep down you still wish you were and perhaps she was just a feeble attempt at recreating what we had. the opposite of hate is indeed love which is how i know your energy was spent loving me all the while.....
for now, i cling to my fantasies faking futures with him that in my bones i wish were with you. a future lost can never be rewritten, but the only good that comes from this realization is that i now know you know this just as well as i
No one compares to you and no one compares to me. The only comfort in a lost love that will never be