I told you I’d hated most pet names
That they gave me an ick,
So you asked me which ones I liked
I thought you were nervous
But you made it slick.

Pretty girl, beautiful, darling, and love
Were the few that made my heart smile.
I'd said “love” had always made me feel some type of way,
A way I hadn't felt in a while.
So, from that point on,
I had been your love.

“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, my love”
“Goodnight my love”
“Sleep well my love, I will see you tomorrow”

My love used to be my favorite,
But now it fills me with sorrow.
Because now you call her that,
The girl I thought was my friend.
You call her my love,
But only because of me.
Now you send her those texts
That used to make my heart flutter.
I'm nothing to you now
Because you moved on
And she's your new lover.