i was supposed to forget about you.

i was supposed to forget the nights we spent
sharing breath, saliva, sweat
and yet you're still here, and it's like you never left
it's like you're still more important than he is.

i can see now, the twisted smirk on your face
if i were to tell you this.
how proud you would be to know i still belonged to you,
completely and wholly.

let's be honest, darling you never lost me.

the last time we spoke you told me
there were still feelings that lingered
that i was still the most beautiful thing you'd seen
but you were never going to say it again.
if only i'd had the gall to tell you i still felt the same.

"it kills me to see you with him," you said.
i flash a weak smirk, because it kills me too.
i made a home in you and i'm struggling to move out.