the words spilled from her mouth

here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.

i shouldn’t care.
but i do.

no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.

but now, what am i supposed to do?
her?
seriously?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.

it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.

it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.

you have another.
who will never,
ever,
love you in the way i could.

but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?

i feel myself awaken
from this syrup-like slumber
i rub my eyes and look around
sighing that there's another day ahead

i remember feeling your presence in my dreams
but i don't remember you speaking
or trying to get close to me
i don't even remember you being there at all
but nonetheless, i still felt you there

and that's the saddest thing of all, i think
because you no longer think of me
let alone dream