something about her
puts a fire in my chest,
and makes me feel so
angry that i become
sick.

it's the fact she had you
when i should've,
and she didn't treat you
like the treasure you are.

and i swear if i ever see her,
i'll walk right up and
fake a smile,
shake her hand (if she so allows),
and let her know that i'm treating you
better than she could have ever even tried.