There's a lot that hurts about it.
Like not being able
to look at pictures from last year's prom
without thinking of him,
and seeing him in the halls
and just saying "hello"
instead of finding myself
wrapped in his arms out of nowhere,
and watching as he gets into other girls' cars
a lot of Friday nights.

There's a lot that hurts about it.
But the absolute worst part is knowing
I lost you (because I picked him)
when you were the most important thing to me
and he was just the one
who told me he loved me more often.

And you've been gone a while now,
but you had gone weeks before the moving truck
pulled out of your driveway.
And the hardest part
is that I know it was only me
who sent you away.
And now I'm scared it's nearly impossible
to have you come back.

There's a lot that hurts about it.
And I hated losing him,
but I don't think I'll ever forgive myself
for losing you first.