How am I supposed to
get over you, when you are always there?
When you are with my best friend?

Hearing your tight lipped laugh
rips me apart.
My best friend is now called
your girlfriend.
You are now my childhood night terror,
my embarrassing memory,
the scar on my forehead that never quite healed correctly.

You are now the awkward, off limits subject
we can't talk about.
You are now the name people feel uncomfortable
uttering around me.
You have embedded yourself so deeply
into me
that I think I'm stuck with you
forever.