another

i shouldn't think about you.

while i'm with another.

i should be happy,

but i cant stop thinking about your lips.

while his is on mine.

this poem is fucked up, i know

but it was you that fucked me up.

and i'm trying to get over you.

but you will not let me.

you don't even live here,

so why are you still important to me?

my feelings toward you will still be there,

but you need to learn to let me go.