I love the citrus scent you used to give.
it was soft and sweet and warm.
I love the kind of mood you're in when you stare at me and watch what I do like its a masterpiece when really I'm doing a norm.
I love the way that you look past me now because frankly I don't exist.
you have someone new and to you she's perfect but I used to be the one you couldn't resist.
it hurts still and I think it always will.
the pain has stayed through all this time with me and it hurts even more to know that the both of you are fine.