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Envy

What is that?
A love poem.
A happy poem.
For her?
Never wrote one for me.
Oh right.
You actually care about her.
I was just a passing trend.
A fad.
Nothing now.
Was probably nothing than.
Couldn't help.
Couldn't be normal to save your life.
Couldn't die when the timing was right.
Sorry...
I guess I never was worth anything.
Your time.
Your mind.
Your heart...

Because while I poured out my heart & soul to you.
You never once wrote something kind hearted about me.
You said it was because you couldn't write happy.
OH, I get it!
The psycho makes you happy.
But the girl who wasted a year and three months doesn't.

Tell me when that one makes sense.
Until then...
I will bite my tongue...
Swallow the acid in my throat...

And just feel my soul rot away,
from the envy that you create.
Because you never treated me like that.
Never made me feel special like that.

Guess you lied more than I thought.
And I thought that we could be friends again?
I guess that's not happening...
Considering you keep making me realize that I never was...

I never was good enough in your eyes.