We were everything.
People said we would last a lifetime.
No one could come between us.
But she did.
She came in.
And ripped your heart out of my soul.
She devoured it.
Made it hers.
Tricked your mind.
Made you want her.
She made you feel right again you said.
Then why every night did you call me?
Make me talk to you.
She had the physical relationship handled but the rest was a mystery to her.
We could talk for hours.
Just being us.
Until she wanted you.
And you came running.
You always did.
For that I hate you.
For that I hate her.
And I hope that you feel dead inside every time you touch her.
