I always imagined myself getting on a plane
To get to your arms,
But now that I see another in them,
It makes me want to shrink back
And revel in my thoughts.

You made it clear that you didn't want me around
Even if I had willingly gave you my affections.
I trusted you with things,
Things that were buried with my past.

I never hated you because you were my other half,
A half of a broken heart,
Half of a broken person.
Both needed stitches,
One that only you could mend.

But now I hate you because you're happy,
You're happy with someone else
and not me.
You've erased me from your memory,
And made new ones with someone else.

I'm happy you're happy,
But I would've been content if I was there, too.