Remember when you pressed your lips against mine?
The timorous trembling of your kiss stopped time.
Remember when your hand wrapped around my fingers?
The ephemeral warmth caused the summer breeze to linger.
Remember when you stroked my hips toward yours?
The transcendental timber in the way we danced leaves me craving more.
Remember when you locked me into an embrace mid-Sixth Street?
The humid July night grew feverish with our imminent fleeting heat.
Remember when we said "I love you"?
Those three words never felt more true.
With all of these memories, I turn to where we stand today.
As I catch a glimpse of you glazing over the softness of her shoulder,
The moments I once sheltered, I now force away.
I gather my pride and recognize that I was always number two.
These moves you made to win me over
Were only perfect, because you practiced them first on her too.
She was the girl we worried about before.
The one you always knew was the one for you.
But you strung me along like some almighty's *****,
And now I leave you with the little dignity you blew
And the reality I lied about but always knew.
