Again

Maybe--

maybe you were my first love.

 

Not Alex.

Not Kevin.

You.

 

That would make sense.

 

It would explain

 

the months I wasted over you,

the songs, the poems,

the laughs,

the tears,

the texts.

 

The breaking,

and slow mending,

of my heart.

 

And now the rebreaking.

 

Well, thank you.

 

Thank you for putting

her

above me.

 

Thank you for giving me

yet another

girl to be jealous of.

 

Thank you 

for making me 

hurt 

every time I see you.

 

Thanks for everything.

 

Because if I'm being

truly honest with myself,

I am still in love with you.

 

And you

have

never

loved me.