you know the feeling where something is good
but there's also that little feeling that comes along with it
that's how I felt for the month or so that we dated
I said that I loved him but I know its not true
but you see
there's this new person
so much ******* better
it's actually incomparable
I don't know how to explain it
but my other poems seem toxic now
I don't even want to read them again because it will make me think of that other guy and I don't want to think of anything but this new perfect specimen