Again

I wonder how many times you’ve made her cry.

Kinda glad it’s her

When that could have been me.

Again

Sobbing loudly into my damp pillow

Wondering how you could have done this to me

Again

When you said you loved me

Although, I never actually heard you say it

You scribbled it candidly in pink pen

Into one of my journals

I still have it

Years and many lovers in between

I still think of you now and again

and the pain you put me through

One of the only thoughts that pop up over and

Again

Is I'm sure glad i am not her....