You are mine, not another’s.
That laugh of yours?
Heard only
By me.
That smile?
Brought on by me–
If you know what’s good for you.
Every time you
Pull out your phone,
Drop time with me for her–
It hurts me, and then
It ceases to hurt.
Calluses form where
I had once cared.
Calluses that block out the pain,
But also the need
For you.
She has you, at least as much
As I do.
I want it all, though.
I want what I had
Back.
I want you.
You say I have you,
But I know it’s a lie.
I want every beat of your heart,
And I won’t settle for less.
I’m tired of feeling
Like I’m second best,
Second place,
Second in your heart.
I’m tired of you
Pulling away
To go to her.
I’m tired
Of every game we play
Including her.
I’m tired
Of every conversation
We have
Including her.
I’m tired.
I’m tired of being tired.
I want to feel
Loved.
And I won’t settle for less.