Prose by adelinefecker
I can’t tell you what I want to hear at this point.
If you left her I would not rejoice but wonder why you left and if you were coming for me.
If you told me I was second next to her
I don’t know what I’d say. Just that you’ve made things harder than they already are.
All I want is to stop looking for you in the crowd.
To stop wondering what you think of me. To stop asking myself what she has that I don’t. To stop.
I will learn how to make room for her.
I will learn not to hug too long. I will learn to be happy that you want someone else.