sometimes i still think about you.
i think about how happy you might be without me.
are you?
happy without me?
is she everything i wasn’t?
does it feel the same when she touches you?
or when she says your name?
does it feel the same lying next to her?
do you ever forget that she’s not me?
does she make you as happy as you said she did?
or did she slowly stop when she found out she won?
that she was able to take you away from me.