The way it roars and tears through my stomach.
The way it urges me to do something
I'll be sure to regret.
Just when I think I am the yours,
Just when I am finally satisfied,
That's when she decides to show her face.
Always prettier, always smarter,
Always on that ******* phone with you.
And she knows it.
It's intoxicating, really.
This feeling. Perhaps it explains
All those sleepless nights. Longing,
Longing for the warmth of your arms again.
Tossing, turning, crying, bawling,
Convincing myself that
You are telling the truth
When you say that
You love me.
It's like I've always known
That I was second-best.
Like I'm waiting for a text that will never be sent,
And a "sorry" without something for you to apologize for.
It makes my head spin,
Makes me want to crash to the floor in tears, reaching for your hands.
Makes me want to scream like a toddler treated as just "entertainment".
But most of all,
It makes me feel like I'm losing
To someone
Who doesn't deserve you.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
The way it roars and tears through my stomach.
The way it urges me to do something
I'll be sure to regret.
Just when I think I am the yours,
Just when I am finally satisfied,
That's when she decides to show her face.
Always prettier, always smarter,
Always on that ******* phone with you.
And she knows it.
It's intoxicating, really.
This feeling. Perhaps it explains
All those sleepless nights. Longing,
Longing for the warmth of your arms again.
Tossing, turning, crying, bawling,
Convincing myself that
You are telling the truth
When you say that
You love me.
It's like I've always known
That I was second-best.
Like I'm waiting for a text that will never be sent,
And a "sorry" without something for you to apologize for.
It makes my head spin,
Makes me want to crash to the floor in tears, reaching for your hands.
Makes me want to scream like a toddler treated as just "entertainment".
But most of all,
It makes me feel like I'm losing
To someone
Who doesn't deserve you.
