I was scrolling through Facebook,
At five o'clock in the morning.
Another sleepless night.
But not because of you.
I want to be perfectly clear, my lack of sleep has nothing to do with you.
I don't ever even think of you anymore.
But then there you were.
In a picture.
A friend of a friend, and you.
And everything in me sunk.
You looked happy.
And some small part of me...
That awful little part that reminds me that even when our love was "our" love, it was still selfish and imperfect.
That part of me hated seeing you that way.
Cause even though no part of me wants you anymore.
That small part of me still doesn't want you to be happy,
Without me.