He loved her more than me.

She was this beautiful force,
Living in the night,
She could even pull him back into bed
In the day,
Keep him there,
Keep him from me.

She was soft and strong,
She never wanted to let go.
I could always see her face
In his eyes,
Looking back at me,
Gloating over her prize.

I could reach into his flesh,
And try to dig out his heart,
But her hands were always there,
There before me,
And they’re there now,
After me.

He never loved me like he loved her.

He never loved anything like he loved her.

I can’t come second to a mindset.

I won’t come second to nighttime plague.

He loved his depression more than he loved me.