I watch you from the outside
Begging at my feet, saying again
again that you love me.
Banging on the glass. While she
throws herself on you from behind.
You couldn't notice.
You couldn't notice it was killing me.
But her eyes were looking at mine,
eyes that challenged threatened,
demanded me to give you up.

I was never loved and too afraid to fight
Running was my only vice.
I don't know how to fight her to stay back.
When you jabbed me with you smile,
"She is my best friend, baby, be nice."
So I put on a smile and my mascara,
gritted my teeth in the face of fire.

But she was always there. Quiet, lurking
snarling at me whenever you were not here.
It broke me, but you didn't care.
You saw the sweet girl in your best friend.
And your girl the crazy *****.

I loved you.
I watched you beg, banging, crying, pleading from the outside.
I ran.