She's beautiful
I look on with such envy
Remembering the days you held me
Full of self pity
Feeling empty
Wondering why I need a man to feel worthy
I spilt the milk and cried myself silly
Leaving the mess to remind me of my folly
Note to self : I'm sorry
As I wipe my own tears missing my stability
He never even loved me

You
are like a book I read long ago
one I couldn't put down
spent nights reading over and over
The only part I would change is the ending
Now
before I buy a book
I always read the last page

it is the only way I can bring myself
To open the cover