I texted You this morning.
I asked You how You were.
I never got an answer.
You never texted me, to let me know You got home okay last night.
I was worried. So I called You.
But it went straight to voicemail, probably because You were with Him.
You're always with Him.
I shouldn't be bothered by this.
I'm in love with Her;
I've convinced everyone else through our kisses,
Her hands around my waist,
Her pictures the backgrounds on my phone.
So why when I wake up at night,
body wrecked from the nightmares,
do I call You instead of Her.
Why when is it, when I see You with Him,
do I want to take you in my arms and pull you away from Him?
Tell you the things in my head,
and listen as you go on about the ones in Yours.
Like We used to, when there was an "Us".
It wasn't an official "Us" but it was Us nonetheless.
But He came along, so I had to find Her.
I thought She would be the One.
Maybe she is.
So then why
are You
still
here.