He asks me "don't you just love her? "

As if to tell me how perfect he thinks she is

As if to tell me I cannot be compared

And I want to tell him no

No!

I do not like her

Or the way she treats you

Or the way she speaks to you

I don't like that she gets to kiss you

Or to touch you

Or that she takes for granted the way you make everyone around you laugh even when I know you're hurting

I don't like that she is yours

And I don't like that I can never be